From the general public come these comments by me, someone whose only personal contact with endearing Conservative and media-wonderkind Andrew Breitbart was a very brief telephone call I made to him years ago which he responded to. We simply exchanged telephone numbers because he was in hyper-drive when my call arrived — from what I’ve read about Breitbart, he was in permanent hyper-drive so my telephone call arrived during nothing unusual about him — and though I sent a follow-up email at his request, his response was limited to an email that included his telephone number in the subject-line and a brief message that read, “Call me, let’s talk.”
I was disappointed not to be included in some of what he was working on but I took that for an opportunity by his example to get involved as best I could in any vehicles of creative expression through which I might express my Conservative views — socially, politically, religiously — without apology or defense for my beliefs and positions. Breitbart’s perpetual motion on a similar and far more massive scale was that inspiring to me. He was a touchstone.
The sorrow I feel for Andrew Breitbart tonight, after hearing of his passing earlier this morning, is this: the family he leaves behind who I am sure beyond any doubt loved the man and whom he loved immensely, and, that while in this life Breitbart received quite so much hatred and animosity from the Leftwing hysterical population that he devoted so much of his time and energy in confronting.
But as to the rest of us — those not among that hysterical Left or Left at all — he was a touchstone and may he rest in peace, a real hero, a big, big hero, a very good guy.
The internet is prosperous this night with an abundance of commemoration about Andrew Breitbart — I hope and I offer prayers that Breitbart’s soul understands just how much he was and is valued for the treasure that he was, and is.
A sampling of other people’s reactions to the death of Andrew Breitbart, and to the admirable work he engaged in, and to the immense value the man added to our world:
– by Jonah Goldberg
March 01, 2012 11:35 AM
Andrew Breitbart was ‘in talks with CNN’ over new show with Anthony Weiner before he died aged just 43
— A Report from The Daily Mail, March 01, 2012
During his (Breitbart’s) speech, however, he was on vintage form, describing Barack Obama as ‘the metronome’ and his allies as ‘the alligators’. He declared proudly: ‘I’m out there fighting with the metronome. I’m out there fighting with the alligators.’ At another point, he said: ‘I’m fighting these people as hard as I can. They’re totalitarians.’
He urged conservatives to ‘stop acting like Leftists’ in denouncing those who backed Republican candidates who might not pass this or that purity test and said it was essential to get behind whoever was the nominee.
As usual, he was extremely funny, joking about how he had shaved his stubble and cut his hair after Occupy people said that ‘I look like a bum’. In describing an anti-Republican media narrative designed to divert attention from unemployment and gas prices by highlighting social issues, he said: ‘I have four children. I took care of the thing down there. Contraception’s not in the top two billion things in my world.’
He branded MSNBC ‘race card television’ and that if a conservative said ‘gymnasium’ on television, the response would be: ”Gym’ originates in antebellum South Carolina. You’re all racist!’
The next day, he took a car to Detroit airport with filmmaker Ann McElhinney, another speaker and a close friend. As he got in, he told her: ‘I feel awful. I feel really bad.’ She put it down to a hangover.
In the car, they discussed Aaron Sorkin – on Friday night, he had shown her the email from Sorkin – and the prospect of a CNN with Weiner. Breitbart felt that such a CNN show would rehabilitate Weiner but he wanted to ensure it would be serious and would involve going out and talking to real people as well as back-and-forth in the studio.
They talked about Fox News, which Breitbart felt was stuck in the past with too many blonde presenters and outdated formats. One of the journalists he admired most, he said, was Dana Loesch, who worked for him as Big Government and is now also CNN contributor. He described her as a ‘warrior princess’, effective because she was cool and modern.
Breitbart thought that the Left feared people like Loesch most because she was an attractive, engaging, hip person who did not fit the stereotype of dour, fusty conservative. Essentially, the same thing could have been said about him.
One of Breibart’s central arguments was that conservatives had allowed themselves to be excluded from popular culture – film, television, music, even art. He was a central figure in the largely undercover world of Hollywood conservatism.
At the end of his speech in Troy, he said that conservatives would have to endure the race card and the ‘fairness’ card being played against them in the coming election. ‘This is warfare. They’re at war with you and the very idea that you’re still here shows that the Tea Party mindset is alive and kicking.’…
Breitbart’s Last Laugh
– by Matt Labash, The Weekly Standard
March 01, 2012 10:44 PM
…We talked about aging, as two middle-aged guys who get into the Bloody Mary cart at 11 in the morning sometimes will. I told Andrew that his good friend, Five for Fighting’s John Ondrasik, had a hit song called “100 Years” – about aging – that never ceases to freak me out. The protagonist of the song describes the different ages of his life – 15, 33, 45, and so on – that tick by in a blink. It doesn’t help, I told Andrew, that I was 33 when the song seemingly came out yesterday, but that I am closer to 45 now, thus illustrating Ondrasik’s point.
In a very rare spell of silence, Breitbart stewed for several minutes. Then, he wistfully replied, “Don’t worry, man. It’s something that bothers me, too. But I have it all figured out. We all need to go to work together every day from 9 am to 3 pm, whether we need to or not. In a classroom. We’ll even sit at those peninsula-shaped desks, with our pencil sharpeners and Elmer’s glue. And we’ll do it for nine months out of every year.”
“Why on earth?” I asked, puzzled.
“Because,” he said. “When we were in school, that was the last time we watched the clock, and wanted it to hurry up. The last time it took too long to get to the next thing.”
As we parted company at baggage claim, Andrew was still talking (as always) about how we needed to meet for drinks, about his next caper, about a proposed Grandma’s Boy viewing party. Neither of us knew that the time we were just speaking of was in shorter supply for him than for the rest of us. Makes me wish we were sitting at our peninsula-desks, stalling the clock.
Several years ago, when Breitbart was in the middle of one skirmish or another – I don’t even remember which one – I told him that I didn’t know whether I should encourage him, but that he made me laugh, as always. I asked him when someone finally shot him, “Can I read a poem at your memorial service? ”
“I think I should stop,” he admitted of his latest caper. “But it’s so fun and the hate mail is something to behold….And of course you can read my favorite poem, William Carlos William’s ‘Little Red Wheelbarrow’ at my wake.” Well my friend, you mercifully didn’t get shot. But here you go anyway:
so much depends
a red wheel barrow
glazed with rain
beside the white
I’ve never had any idea what the hell that poem means. And I suspect that neither Breitbart, nor William Carlos Williams, had a clue either. But it doesn’t matter. As Andrew held, sometimes absurdity is worth it for its own sake. And as he once wrote to me, “I hope people see that I’m dead serious about what I’m dead serious about, and besides that, it’s all about a good laugh.”
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