The plane from Morgantown to Pittsburgh was delayed this morning. And, since that flight is a gut-wrenching adventure of shrieking terror, we decided it’d be better to drive back rather than wait and risk near certain death in the flying death box. So we rented a car. The good news is that Peter Beinart got in the car a Fabian Socialist and after three or four hours of sustained Sam Kinison style “persuasion” from me (God likes tax cuts! Say it! Say it!), he is now a dedicated conservative stalwart. The bad news is that I’m now exhausted.