In 1970, I was 16, a Young Republican, my head filled with editorials from National Review. "Dad," I used to say, "we can win this Vietnam thing, if only we had the guts." And my father, an Old Republican and World War II vet who had long before grown weary of death counts, would answer, "Son, no war is worth its cost." I'd shake my head and shuffle off to school. Several things that summer, most of them from the right, shook my conservative political beliefs to their roots. Ayn Rand was one, of course. Another was a photocopy of … Continue reading How I Became a Right-Wing Peacenik