Andrew Breitbart Remembered
Thursday, March 1, 2012 at 10:23AM
D.K. Dickey in Conservative Values, Free Speech, Freedom of Speech, Opinions & Ideas, Washington Politics

It's hard to believe that I was twenty-three years old when Andrew Breithbart was born since it makes me really feel my age since I was old enough to be his father. We both grew up in the same Los Angeles vicinity, the Westwood-Brentwood area, within a community of a very wealthy and influential liberal bastion. I was looking forward to more of his efforts and was sad that he died so young. I personally enjoyed knowing Andrew Breitbart, although only vicariously, through the spirit of the freedom of news in the United States of America where everyone can voice their opinions. He certainly exercised that right and quite loudly too! Thank God! ...LOL!

Larry Solov, his President, certainly nailed it in his fine memoriam and tribute below. 

In Memoriam: Andrew Breitbart (1969-2012)

by Larry Solov

Larry Solov is President of Breitbart.com, LLC.

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 while taking walk in his Brentwood, CA neighborhood.

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. (The Drudge Report) 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.


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