Andrew didn’t wear a uniform of our military but still he was as valiant as any of our military troops. The weapons he carried were his computer and smartphone, weapons of mass destruction, in many cases.
With his computer as his weapon of destruction, he found all the details that went with the ‘picture’ and he told countless truths about those who would try to over step the laws and trash our Constitution.
A man with a purpose, to assure the Liberals/Socialist in our Government offices were held accountable and exposed to the people of who they were elected/appointed to serve.
Andrew was called many names. Any filthy word you can think of was used in referring to Mr. Breitbart, while those who appreciated what he was doing had only words of praise and encouragement for his selfless work.
Hopefully and prayerfully those who are now left to keep Andrew’s work alive will step up to the plate and continue what he started.
We never met face to face, Andrew. But by being a follower of your work I’ll never regret anything you have taught me.
Thank you for all you’ve done.
by Larry Solov
With a terrible feeling of pain and loss we announce the passing of Andrew Breitbart.
Andrew passed away unexpectedly from natural causes shortly after midnight this morning in Los Angeles.
We have lost a husband, a father, a son, a brother, a dear friend, a patriot and a happy warrior.
Andrew lived boldly, so that we more timid souls would dare to live freely and fully, and fight for the fragile liberty he showed us how to love.
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.
Andrew is at rest, yet the happy warrior lives on, in each of us.