What a loss. There are so few good men. If only I had 1% of the courage that Andrew Breitbart had. Dead at 43.
“Andrew passed away unexpectedly from natural causes shortly after midnight this morning in Los Angeles…”
“Andrew recently wrote a new conclusion to his book, Righteous Indignation:”
“I love my job. I love fighting for what I believe in. I love having fun while doing it. I love reporting stories that the Complex refuses to report. I love fighting back, I love finding allies, and—famously—I enjoy making enemies.”
“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.”
He was a married father of four and had been adopted.
The truth is marching on…