In the war against the institutional Left, Andrew Breitbart was the Right’s Achilles; the bravest of all the warriors, now fallen on the plain. There was no combat in which he would not engage, no battle — however small — he would not join with glee, and no outcome acceptable except total victory. His unexpected death last night at the young age of 43 is not the end of his crusade, but its beginning.
No figure on our side was more despised in the whited sepulchers of the media/academic/political Left, and Breitbart wore their loathing as a daily badge of honor. His refusal to grant even a glimmer of moral absolution constantly enraged them, and his very existence was an affront to their carefully constructed — to use one of Andrew’s favorite words — “narrative” of moral superiority. Naturally, they are already dancing on his grave, with the manic joy of being suddenly and miraculously delivered from one of their most potent enemies.
Breitbart’s death is a tragedy, not only for those who delighted in following him into battle but for those who cheered him on as well. Andrew was larger than life, a charismatic natural leader, a big man in every way — physically, spiritually, and intellectually. He would meet a total stranger and immediately try to enlist him or her into his army, railing against the Left’s mendacity and misdeeds. He would practically pick you up by the lapels and shake you in order to make you understand the furious, urgent necessity of his fight.
Confrontation was his métier, and he routinely and gleefully waded into groups of lefties to challenge them face to face. Puckish humor was his stock-in-trade, and he would often disarm opponents with his boyish, goofy side. He was a virtuoso of the Twitterverse, a master of multi-tasking, and would think nothing of having a meeting with colleagues in his Westwood home while talking on the phone to someone else and working his Twitter feed. He joked that he had ADD, but what he really had was an outsized heart, fueled by courage and passion and, as the title of his recent book had it, by Righteous Indignation.
That indignation came to Breitbart in mid-life. A bluff Irishman who had been adopted as a baby by a Jewish couple in Brentwood (one of L.A.’s tonier neighborhoods), he moved to the right in college, at Tulane University in New Orleans, and crossed over completely with the Clarence Thomas hearings, which fueled his rage against the Left for their hypocritical treatment of American blacks. I can personally attest that no cause fired his righteous indignation more than the Left’s plantation attitude toward African-Americans.
The last image I will remember about Andrew Brietbart is him screaming at the Washington, D.C. protestors as though he was drunk.
Liberal1 [ objectivity]
we can expected the same crude, vicious heartless and brainless answer like a troll you are to be given ,
in a time like this, for this PATRIOT of the highest degree of courage, he has shown in his so short life,
he is a man to be miss by many people whom he got close to, he had the guts which many envy.
he saw the evil and exposed it to the PUBLIC so to inform them of the dangers this society is face with.
shame on you LIBERAL1 [ OBJECTIVITY] FOR YOUR ANSWERS
ANDREW GOD SURELY TOOK YOU IN HIS ARMY OF PATRIOTS,
TO GUIDE THE LIVING PATRIOTS IN THEIR QUEST TO PROTECT AMERICA FOREVER,
Liberal1 is very jealous of Andrew, because deep down inside, he knows he’s not worthy of carrying Breitbart’s jock.
You Libs are completely transparent. And pathetic.
thebronze
I just finish the movie, I pick the wrong day, the wrong night
that movie hit me bad, was from here to eternity, what was their names?
you know the one with PEARL HARBOURD ATTACK FROM THE JAPANEZE PLANES,