One Year On
The largest compliment Breitbart could give someone was, "He's a warrior." All men respect guts, and Breitbart more than most men.
I think on this anniversary of his death we should honor him -- and
ourselves -- by seeking to be Warriors. And not just in politics, though
certainly that was where Breitbart encouraged it the most frequently.
Breitbart himself lived a brave life, confident in himself, always
questioning and always questing. He made himself bigger than life by
living as outrageously as he could.
He always had big plans -- Breitbart notoriously had five other plans
cooking on his stove when he was talking to you about one -- and I think
he had an idea, intuitively perhaps, perhaps arrived at by
conscious probing (people so frequently praise Andrew's uncanny intuition they forget to mention he was curious and whip-smart, too), that there's more to life that what we're given.
Politically he revolted openly at the media-Democratic prison -- he
wasn't here to meekly take the scraps the media-Democratic complex had
seen fit to offer, he was here to demand his right to a proper meal.
And I think that sense informed every part of him. He wasn't on this
earth to take what little the material world was offering him; he was
here to insist upon more.
He was a big man, but his spirit was gigantic.
There aren't many like him. The world couldn't hold too many like him.
He would have made an outstanding Pirate.
I like to imagine that somewhere in the next world, Andrew's causing someone some amount of trouble.