Very sad news to report, just breaking. Andrew Breitbart is dead.
Via Big Journalism:
Andrew passed away unexpectedly from natural causes shortly after midnight this morning in Los Angeles.We have lost a husband, a father, a son, a brother, a dear friend, a patriot and a happy warrior.Andrew lived boldly, so that we more timid souls would dare to live freely and fully, and fight for the fragile liberty he showed us how to love.
We should focus on how much good he did in standing up against the left-wing smear machine, which now will be celebrating for sure.
There are few people who are irreplaceable, but Andrew may have been one of those few.
Via Iowahawk:
From the archives:
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Breitbart was walking near his house in the Brentwood neighborhood shortly after midnight Thursday when he collapsed, his father-in-law Orson Bean said.Someone saw him fall and called paramedics, who tried to revive him. They rushed him to the emergency room at UCLA Medical Center, Bean said.Breitbart had suffered heart problems a year earlier, but Bean said he could not pinpoint what happened.”I don’t know what to say. It’s devastating,” Bean told The Associated Press.
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.
Matt Drudge:
DEAR READER: In the first decade of the DRUDGEREPORT Andrew Breitbart was a constant source of energy, passion and commitment. We shared a love of headlines, a love of the news, an excitement about what’s happening. I don’t think there was a single day during that time when we did not flash each other or laugh with each other, or challenge each other. I still see him in my mind’s eye in Venice Beach, the sunny day I met him. He was in his mid 20’s. It was all there. He had a wonderful, loving family and we all feel great sadness for them today… MDRUDGE
We are all stunned and saddened by the news of Andrew Breitbart’s passing. Andrew was a warrior who stood on the side of what was right. He defended what was right. He defended the defenseless.It is so sad to consider his four young children who have lost their dad. All our prayers are with his family now. May God comfort his wife and children.Many of us will have life-long memories of our work or encounters with Andrew. May we draw on those to help forward the cause of fighting for what is right. For me, just one of those memories was in Pella, Iowa, last year after the premier of “The Undefeated.” Andrew held court in the restaurant at the local hotel talking about his favorite topic: how “culture is upstream of politics” and how conservatives must be unafraid to fight the leftwing media, cultural, and political establishments. The loss of his voice in this fight will be deeply felt, but thankfully his work lives on at his “Bigs,” and thank God for his inspiration and leadership.God bless you, Andrew. Rest in peace, friend. We will continue the fight.
He’s the only person I know who operated without a safety net. He always knew things would turn out the way they were supposed to – so he didn’t worry about money or, i guess, his health, too much.He was the spiritual leader of the modern conservative, libertarian cause. He was immersed in pop culture and wished to drag the right into the modern world – knowing this is how America speaks to the world. He was the heart of the matter. The fighter. Losing him is like a fiery planet going dark.
Eric Boehlert of Media Matters, with whom Breitbart sparred daily on Twitter, had a very classy response:
By contrast, Matthew Yglesias, formerly of Think Progress and now of Slate Magazine, responded with a fitting complete lack of class:
Who could forget this? A classic.
From reader Patricia:
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