R.I.P. Andrew Breitbart
Words cannot express how sad--and stunned-- I was to hear about the passing of Andrew Breitbart right around 6:30am PT this morning. I have a lot of thoughts about Andrew Breitbart, and memories of times together, and some of the wonderful stories he told me. Maybe that's why he got along so well with his father-in-law, Orson Bean -- because they really had that same gift for storytelling.
I'd like to share more of my thoughts about Andrew in the days ahead, but, I'll encapsulate all of it right now by saying that he was not just a good man, he was a great man.
People hated Andrew Breitbart. I always said that those were people who didn't know Andrew Breitbart. To harbor ill will to ANYONE solely because of their politics always seemed asinine to me. But, Andrew was so passionate about his beliefs that it drove the Left crazy. And he loved every minute of it.
I mentioned this briefly on the air, as I was still formulating my thoughts about this, but, it really is true that the passion and intensity with which Andrew covered politics is the same way he did everything in his life:
It's the way he talked about late 80s alternative music, and would bare-knuckle box you if you spoke ill of bands like the Smiths.
It's the way that he attacked great food like his favorite Mediterranean sandwich in LA : Zankou chicken. I'll be eating one in his honor this afternoon. Okay, I'll be eating two in his honor.
It's the way that he could articulate the strengths and weaknesses of the starting 9 for the World Champion 1988 Los Angeles Dodgers (who he skipped out on classes during his Freshman year at Tulane to see in the playoffs in New York and the World Series in LA.).
Most importantly, that is the same level of intensity with which he loved his family. His wife Susie and their four children were the shining light in a crazy world, and we should all be so lucky.