I remember reading the breaking news headlines on this day last year and thinking, “There’s no way. They must mean someone else. Andrew Breitbart is way too young to die. He’s even younger than my parents.” I remember thinking that there had to be a mistake, that it was a typo or the person was wrongly identified. It just couldn’t be him.
But it was. It’s been a long year. No one wants to think about what he would have done, because that means he isn’t here with us. But if you knew Andrew Breitbart, you know that you can’t dwell on that. He was THE happy warrior. The left feared him and hated him because he exposed who they really are. So get up, happy warriors. Carry on. Tell the truth fearlessly. Live courageously. And if you ever have to go into an Occupy camp (heaven help you), make sure you wear rollerblades.