He was one of a kind, sui generis.
Oxymorons define him: Beautiful freak. Happy warrior. Fearless conservative.*
Though many of his enemies celebrated Andrew Breitbart's death (go here to read the hateful things people wrote after he died), a few of his adversaries grudgingly admired him.
Piers Morgan, for example, could be heard admitting on his program after Breitbart's death that he "really began to like Breitbart" and that their "chemistry" bad been "getting better."
And Matt Taibbi, in his Rolling Stone obituary "Death of a Douche" (March 1, 2012) wrote:
I say this in the nicest possible way. I actually kind of liked Andrew Breitbart. Not in the sense that I would ever have wanted to hang out with him, or even be caught within a hundred yards of him without a Haz-Mat suit on, but I respected the shamelessness. Breitbart didn’t do anything by halves, and even his most ardent detractors had to admit that he had a highly developed, if not always funny, sense of humor.Referring to the sordid Andrew Wiener saga (which the media tried to dismiss as a Breitbart-fabricated smear), Taibbi wrote, "For that one brief, shining moment--still one of the most painful-to-watch YouTube spectacles of all time--... Breitbart could legitimately claim to have the biggest, hairiest balls on earth." A bit crude, but you get the point.
* "fearless conservative" is the phrase Matt Romney used to describe Breitbart. I include it here as an oxymoron as an indictment on most conservatives, including myself, who tend to cower and slink away rather than confront.
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