I wanted to say a few words about a man who infrequently expressed himself in a few words, Andrew Breitbart. I had to wait a few days until his death took, as the reverb of his lack thereof was at least as pronounced as the active throb of 99% of all the living humans I’ve encountered in my life.
Andrew filled me with a strange mixture of shame and pride. Shame that I wasn’t even in the ballpark as far as his Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon-sized balls and pride that what I believed inside was the largely the same as he believed and if I was aping the notes of someone that noble, I must at least be near Consequential-ville.
I don’t want to overplay our connection as I feel some people do with departed heroes. Andrew was such a stand-up guy I would be ashamed to concoct a level of intimacy with him that did not exist. That being said, I believe I actually gleaned Andrew’s essence in toto about 15 minutes after meeting him for the first time…
…Andrew made Achilles look like a shut in and it caught up to him. I do know this though, Rockne just crashed in a wheat field a few days ago and the rest of us are going to all have to do our job just a little better if we are to balance out the loss of this truly consequential man.
Read the entire article at Breitbart.com/BigHollywood