Thursday, March 1, 2012

Andrew Breitbart


@AndrewBreitbart - Wake up, Conservatives: Left is involved in 100% organized class & race warfare & you think you can sit this one out & not fight back?!?! - Le·gal In·sur·rec·tion



"I'm so sick of having to be apologetic..." - Althouse

BREITBART REMEMBERED ON FLOOR OF CONGRESS - Rep Louie Gohmert - Breitbart TV
Andrew RIP - Jonah Goldberg/National Review
Andrew Breitbart's Unfinished Quest for a Punk Rock Republican - Atlantic
What Andrew Breitbart meant to politics - Chris Cillizza/Washington Post
Andrew Breitbart loved political combat.

Based in the liberal enclave of Los Angeles, Breitbart viewed himself as a one-man conservative gang and he took to the task of delivering rhetorical body blows — primarily via the web but also through television appearances — with a gusto rarely seen even in these hyperpartisan times.

“There was no stopping Andrew Breitbart from fighting the good fight with every fiber of his soul,” said Michigan Rep. Thad McCotter...

He was mischievous — rarely without a sly smile on his face. He was controversial. He was loved by conservatives and loathed by Democrats. And now, at 43, Andrew Breitbart, conservative journalist and provocateur, is dead.
Farewell to a Friend: Andrew Breitbart (1969-2012) - Matt Welch/Reason.com
It was always funny to many of his friends that Andrew Breitbart, after he became famous, was probably most famous for being a 100 percent polarizing political lightning rod. The reason that was funny was two-fold: He didn't actually have strong philosophical/policy beliefs - at all - and he was always perfectly comfortable and perfectly welcome in ideologically and culturally diverse settings. Like my L.A. backyard, dozens of times.

That doesn't mean the guy stumbled accidentally into politcal conflict. He lived for it. He was genuinely, convincingly, overwhelmingly outraged at the workaday biases of liberal media, academia, and entertainment, and always positioned himself smack dab in the center of it. He'd be in the middle of some hilarious story about trying to do unspeakable things at some Irvine Meadows concert in the 1980s, and then if the conversation got steered toward the media, his eyes would narrow and redden, his face would go purplish, and Breitbart-Hulk would take over.