I know I’ll be exhausted when I go to bed tonight, from carrying an extremely heavy heart since hour one.
Andrew Breitbart’s sudden passage at age 43 has me feeling the same way I did when Don Coryell, former coach of the San Diego State Aztecs and the Chargers, died a couple of summers ago. Strictly on a professional level, it’s truly a tragedy knowing that Mr. Breitbart won’t be around to relish the results of his eventual contribution to this year’s presidential election, just as Coach Coryell won’t be there to take the stage at his eventual Pro Football Hall of Fame induction.
While I’ll keep lamenting Breitbart’s absence as November looms, it’s certainly not to say he didn’t have laurels to be proud of already. He launched the Big Hollywood website, which begat equally compelling Big Government, Big Journalism, and Big Peace. He was the key figure in a scumbag politician’s removal from power. He helped expose a sleazy, ballot-stuffing organization ready to help pimp out teen girls on our dime. And in my view most impressively, he boldly bet millions of people $100,000 that House members were spreading a despicable lie, and essentially won the bet. Remembering his persona, it’s safe to assume he was extremely proud of these accomplishments.
Regarding the aforementioned election, I can say for certain that even if Obama gets a second term, Breitbart will have achieved making liberals hate him even more. If the former is rightfully shown the door, his achievement will have been a mob of liberals storming Brentwood with torches and pitchforks. Let’s hope that this tragedy doesn’t take the dearly-departed’s planned revelations of the incumbent off the table.
I never had the honor of meeting Andrew Breitbart, but I felt a slight kinship with the man. Like him, I was formerly a pretty liberal person before I got wise and became an ardent, proud conservative with attitude to spare, I have a similar fascination and love of the world of entertainment, and I came of age as a Southern California Generation-Xer. He was as much my voice as Rush Limbaugh is my father’s.
Every time a Democrat politician or organization pushed our buttons, Breitbart was on television pushing theirs back for us. Every time we were bullied by them, he threw them a punch they weren’t expecting. He was our Big Brother.
God bless his family, and good luck to us to find another conservative as brave.