The passing of Andrew Breitbart was a shocking thing to wake up to yesterday morning. I had hoped to run into him somewhere, some day, and have a spirited discussion – or even an argument. I’m sure it would have been a blast either way.
There was obviously a lot to like about Breitbart, and a lot to emulate. He didn’t seem to give a damn about what others thought. That made him bold, but it didn’t make him reckless. Unlike the typical scandalmonger, he wasn’t in the habit of writing checks his evidence (most memorably, hidden camera footage) couldn’t cash.
He was effective because he took the time to understand what, and how, the left thought. Like General Patton, he read their book–only in this case, it was Saul Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals rather than Erwin Rommel’s Infantry Attacks. He saw the Left as a worthy adversary, and he attacked them with a daring that can only come from someone who loved what he did.
Perhaps that’s why he was a luminary to so many on the on the right: he genuinely seemed to have fun doing his job. Even when I disagreed with his message (he seemed to have a “with us or against us” attitude about Republican Party politics), I was invigorated by his relentless enthusiasm.
Breitbart’s work is a testament to what can be accomplished by an individual that truly relished advancing his beliefs, no matter the headwinds. In times like these, we can’t afford to ignore the example he set.