Andrew Breitbart was one of the kindest, most generous men I’ve ever known. He was a man in perpetual motion, with boundless energy and a Falstaffian wit. He was a loving father and broke a host of boundaries in life and dedicated himself to putting tools and information in the hands of citizens to do battle for liberty in the public square. He was inquisitive, insightful, and did nothing without gusto. He delighted in the rush of confrontation with the left, because he recognized them for their true nature, and had no patience for false politeness about their intentions for the nation. His enemies painted him as a wild-eyed blustering clown – but oh, how he confounded them, and they learned, again and again, that he would laugh last.
Breitbart believed intensely in the value of hard work and the essential worth and sanity of the American people. He was confident that if only the people knew the truth, if only they had something other than the New York Times to give it to them, they would choose the right path. So he had many enemies, and many more friends.
A line from G.K. Chesterton, which I have for years considered a personal motto, always seemed to me an apt description of Breitbart’s life: “We are to regard existence as a raid or great adventure; it is to be judged, therefore, not by what calamities it encounters, but by what flag it follows and what high town it assaults.”
Andrew loved the fight because he loved his country. And so he charged up that hill, again and again, day after day, to smash the icons of the left. He was larger than life, and we will all miss him dearly.
RIP Andrew Breitbart: warrior, innovator, patriot.