In some ways it’s hard to believe it has already been four years, in others it feels like a lifetime worth of…crap…has happened since Andrew Breitbart’s passing.
A lot of people say they live life with absolutely no regrets. I can’t say that. I had a chance to meet Andrew two weeks before he died. It was at the 2012 CPAC, he was literally just a few feet away from me. He was (naturally) being mobbed by the conference attendees after giving the keynote speech of that day. I didn’t approach him because I figured that because we both lived relatively close to each other in Southern California (especially compared to many of the people mobbing him) that I would eventually have an opportunity that these people would not have. So I let it go.
When I first read of his death four years ago today that missed opportunity was the first thing that popped into my head. I really admired him, especially after reading his book “Righteous Indignation.” I admired his fearlessness and how unapologetic he was for fighting for what is right and just, especially in the leftist cesspool that is Los Angeles.
I really learned what it meant to “seize the moment.” I didn’t, and now I never will.
His death, of course, goes beyond my personal sense of loss. Conservatism took a huge body blow with Andrew’s passing. He took the left’s playbook and turned it against them, and nobody has done it better than he did. His website used to be the place where crushing exposes of leftist malfeasance would break news. While Breitbart News still has a place in that space, it doesn’t seem to have ever recovered that cutting edge (some would say even that is an understatement).
One has to wonder where conservatism would be today and in the future had he not been taken from us. For that reason alone will be forever missed.