I wanted to write something on the day that he died, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. So many people who actually knew Andrew Breitbart wrote too many beautiful words that day for me to even try. But now that a few days have passed and I still feel a desire, I want to share a few thoughts. Forgive me if it is a bit disjointed, but that is how I feel. Firstly, I have to send my condolences to his family and thank them for lending him out to us so often.
There are very few people that I truly admire in the political world. There are even less that I consider to be my heroes, but Andrew Breitbart was one of the few names that qualified in both categories. I won’t get into details here, but he inspired me to completely change the trajectory of my life. Breitbart would often make remarks trying to downplay his intelligence, but the truth is that he was brilliant. He was playing a game of chess with the political landscape of this country, and he did it using the left and media as his pawns. He would orchestrate their mistakes and leave us with an easy opening in a way that no one else could. I said in a tweet that Breitbart RT’ed that you have to look at his actions through the prism presented in the book The Art of War. He knew we were at war.
He was our leader when we needed one the most. He was our general and unlike many, he did not just give orders. Andrew Breitbart was the type of leader that charged against a seemingly unbeatable enemy, knowing that his courage would inspire us to follow. Follow we shall. I don’t know if Andrew Breitbart saved the world, but he just may have saved this country. We are now more united than ever. We are more energized than ever. We are ready to take up his cause.
We won’t forget Andrew Breitbart. History won’t forget Andrew Breitbart. And with all of the conservative soldiers that he has inspired, the left will never forget Andrew Breitbart.
Rest in Peace, Andrew. We got this.
A personal aside: I only met Andrew Breitbart at this year’s CPAC, but his actions and words meant more to me than he could possibly know. The best example is from one of those meetings at CPAC. On one of the days, I went outside of the hotel around dinner time and saw a group of about 15 occupiers arguing with some CPAC attendees. At first, I just took out my phone to record them. After witnessing the exchanges for a few minutes, I thought to myself #WWABD (What would Andrew Breitbart do)? I started asking the occupiers questions meant to allow them to expose themselves, a tactic AB would often employ. I ended up getting into a fierce exchange with them. People started to gather, cops stood between us and others soon joined in. The exchanged lasted about 40 minutes and I finally got the Occupiers to essentially admit they had no clue what they were protesting. When I finally looked up and started walking away, I realized the number of occupiers had grown to be a few hundred. I left to my hotel room. I came down about 25 minutes later to see Andrew Breitbart near the hotel bar. I was nervous even talking to Andrew, but I was so excited about what had just transpired that I felt like I had to tell him. I went up to him and he semi-recognized me from the night before when we had briefly met at BlogBash. He proceeded to make a joke about my name, which happens to be synonymous with a deceased liberal poet. I told him that I had just been outside arguing with occupy, and he responded that he also “just want out there and yelled at them”. The exchange he was describing would change the news cycle for weeks to come and put the final nail in the coffin of the Occupy Movement. That moment … standard at a hotel lobby talking with my hero, Andrew Breitbart, about yelling at Occupy, will always be one of the proudest moments of my life. My only regret is that I will never get to experience more moments like that.