Andrew Breitbart passed away this morning in Los Angeles.
Larry Solov at BigJourno writes:
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.
Breitbart gave the conservative alternative media something it needed; a full-time, tireless, fearless crusader, a rebel without a pause.
Liberals hated him, because he and his group of fellow media Visigoths played their game, only better; BigJourno and Big Hollylwood were like the Huffington Post, only not vapid and obsequious to their subjects. Andrew and his protegees did John Stewart and Steven Cobert one better; news, sometimes straight, sometimes satirical, but without the miasma of self-satisfaction in which the lefty shows marinade themselves.
I only met Breitbart once, at a party at Lileks’ place during Right Online last summer:
My biggest impression, other than the fact that he’d been pretty much mobbed, with admirers and, er, detractors during the entire event (he was the star of both Right Online and the sad, dyspeptic “Nutroots Nation”, also in town that weekend) was that, as much as he was into, as big a counter-media-culture empire as he’d built, as potent an instrument as he controlled, the greatest adventure of his life was raising his son, whom he very visibly couldn’t wait to get home to see, and whose fourth birthday party was going to be the real highlight of the week.
And it’s for his family I pray, and to them I send my sympathy and condolences.
For the rest of us?
Solov quotes Breitbart in the foward to his latest book:
Three years ago, I was mostly a behind-the-scenes guy who linked to stuff on a very popular website. I always wondered what it would be like to enter the public realm to fight for what I believe in. I’ve lost friends, perhaps dozens. But I’ve gained hundreds, thousands—who knows?—of allies. At the end of the day, I can look at myself in the mirror, and I sleep very well at night.
Breitbart discovered – on a grand scale – what a lot of us bloggers did almost a decade ago; that showing up, that deciding to make a difference, could be the beginning of something great. For many of us, it has been. And here’s hoping his example creates a thousand more like him.
Andrew is at rest, yet the happy warrior lives on, in each of us.
And that’s the key. To be a warrior – but a happy one. A gentleman. A full, completely realized, multifaceted human being, not a frothing acidic polibot.
He’ll be much missed. But he’s created thousands of memorials, and God willing there’ll be ten thousand more today and tomorrow.