The day Pat Buchanan saved my soul

17 August 1992.

At the time I was gainfully employed as a statistician with a large industrial firm.
Considering my education (Ivy League), my 'class' (upper-middle), my employment (geeky), and my employer (big industry), I was toying with the idea of voting for George H.W. Bush for a second term - perhaps, after all, the Republicans really did represent my interests better than the Dems... and I was none too sure about Clinton.

Then Uncle Pat delivered his speech at the Repubican National Convention in Houston.
I watched.

Immediately I recalled why I'd never voted for a Republican.

Thanks, Uncle Pat!
I've never wavered since.