Andrew Breitbart: A Brother in Arms

I didn’t want to write this because I didn’t want to believe it. How can a force of such indomitable will be gone? I call Andrew Breitbart a brother in arms, not because he served–he didn’t–but because he fought for America, passionately and powerfully. Some of the biggest threats to this country come from within. It is wrong to call them enemies, but it is proper to note the devastating damage the left has done and is still doing. Andrew fought them tooth and nail, with wit and wisdom.

He was a huge supporter of the military, and when it was time for his “Big” empire to tackle national security, Big Peace was born. I had the privilege of assisting in building this blog up, and when the message from him arrived I was thrilled to get the nod. He was every bit as passionate as he seemed in his public persona, but he was truly kind and generous, too. That may sound like an anomaly, but you hear it from everyone who knew him. He was a hater, let there be no doubt, but not in the way the left uses that as an insult. He hated, with righteous indignation, all the hypocrisy and, well, the hatred that came from the left. They project their own racism and bigotry and intolerance onto the right, and he refused to stand for it.

So he fought as the happiest of warriors, gamely poking the smug bastards and bastardettes who masqueraded as our moral and intellectual betters right in their humorless cakeholes. He baited them in and then knocked them down. They railed at him and showed the world their asses, and he loved every minute of it. I only wish there had been more of those glorious minutes.