How better to celebrate the anniversary of Andrew’s birth, Feb. 1st, than by rolling it into Feb. 2nd? Join me in celebrating the anniversary of Andrew’s last laugh:
“…Though the dinner took place on Super Bowl Sunday, Ayers and co. abruptly dismissed us before halftime, leaving our plan of attack only half realized, as we were attempting to ease into the evening like gentlemen and polite dinner guests…”
“…Ayers, in skullcap and earrings, shows us to an elaborate spread overlooking the city. We’ve entered a parody of a multimillion-dollar liberal lair…”
In 2012, Matt Labash recalls:
…Ayers, in skullcap and earrings, shows us to an elaborate spread overlooking the city. We’ve entered a parody of a multimillion-dollar liberal lair. Unidentifiable abstract sculptures snake about the floor. Framed epigrams from Louise Bourgeois installations (“The Hour Is Devoted To Revenge”) line the wall. Cutouts representing the duality of the American spirit, from Thoreau and Rosa Parks (good), to Dick Cheney and Sarah Palin (evil), festoon our plates. Tofu and quinoa—pinko food—is among the seven savory courses served.
“This is the bomb, Bill,” Breitbart said to the former explosives-rigger…”
Apart from shuffling off to the kitchen or catching a few minutes of the game while avoiding awkward conversations about their past, the Weather-hosts couldn’t be nicer. They ask us about our backgrounds, which they already seem familiar with (thanks, Wikipedia!). They plump us with falling-off-the-bone hoisin ribs and fluff us with apple pie and Ameri-Cone Dream ice cream. “This is the bomb, Bill,” says Breitbart, after sampling the farmhouse cheeses. “It has explosive flavor,” I chime in…”
In a separate remembrance, Matt Labash writes:
“…Our friend, Daily Caller editor Tucker Carlson, had won the Ayers dinner at an Illinois Humanities Council auction, and had brought us along. Tucker and I were a little worried that we had in our possession a human grenade in Breitbart, though if we were being honest with ourselves, that’s precisely why we brought him. With Andrew, every day was anything-can-happen day.
As it happened, Breitbart was on his best behavior. “I’m here to learn,” Andrew said facetiously. It was part of the pleasure of keeping company with him. He wasn’t just a friend, he was a co-conspirator. Once we arrived at the apartment, much to Andrew’s and Ayers’s chagrin, they got along famously. Just two guys having dinner, finding commonality, even if Andrew regarded it his hidebound duty to passive-aggressively heckle Ayers as he served us plates of hoisin ribs and farmhouse cheeses. (“This is the bomb, Bill,” Breitbart said to the former explosives-rigger.)
On a personal note, Andrew Breitbart is one of the reasons punditfromanotherplanet exists. I read his book, two or three years ago, and it ignited a series of events and discoveries that inspired and activated me–like a lot of people exposed to Andrew’s magnetic, generous personality–it’s not passive reading, it’s a call to join the revolution, and raise some hell. If you’ve not read it yet, it’s available as an ebook now, too.
From the book’s manic introduction, to its updated conclusion (to include the Weiner episode and crazy press conference) it’s a wild ride. He’d just taken down Anthony Weiner, and had to defend his own reputation against a breathtakingly vicious smear effort. Andrew emerged–with style–stronger and more victorious, principled, and fair, than any of his critics would have imagined.
Sunday, October 27, 2013, William A. Jacobson writes:
…may be the best interview of Andrew I’ve ever seen.
And it’s as relevant, if not more so, now as it was back then.
There’s so much in it, listen to it all.
At 8:45 Andrew describes highly-credentialed mainstream journalists as “the most arrogant bastards you could possibly meet in your entire life.” Sounds about right. Maybe understatement.
Two years later Andrew died.
Andrew Breitbart: It would be his 45th birthday
At the website that bears his name, Breitbart is remembered by Larry Solov “a leader, a voice, a patriot; a brawler for truth, transparency, the democratization of news and information, and for the values upon which this great nation was founded and should be guided still.”
Mark Andrew, 63, was at a Starbucks inside the mall at around 7 p.m. Thursday when a man grabbed his phone off his table and ran off.
When Andrew went after him, he was tackled by two teenage girls – aged 18 and 17 — one of which began beating him with a billy club. During the attack, they told Andrew, “We’re going to kill you,” police say.
Andrew was left with a large gash on his head that required nine stitches. He has since been released from the hospital.
Somewhere, up there, Andrew Breitbart is celebrating. On September 10, 2013, the legendary gadfly whose huge heart gave out far too soon chalked up a three more big wins in his campaign to take America back from the hypocritical liberal snobs he despised.
In New York, a Democrat electorate soundly rejected Anthony Wiener’s creepy comeback bid. And in Colorado, an enraged citizenry defied everything the liberal establishment could throw at them and tossed out a pair of Democrat state senators who thought they could trample on the basic civil right to keep and bear arms. Neither victory would have been possible without Andrew. Read the rest of this entry »
What item Drudge chooses to lead with is sometimes less important than when that item replaced. Or how long it lingers in that prize spot. Premium real estate, to be sure. Often there’s a fair amount of turnover. headlines are tweaked, items are updated. Today is an exception. The Sullivan SOS was posted Oct. 8th, last night. As of this writing, around 4:00 EST Oct.9th, the following day, Andrew Sullivan’s confessional meltdown is still Drudge’s lead story.
In the cold light of day, Andrew might reconsider that twilight moment he hit the “Enter” key, on his emotionally-charged Obama-disillusionment outburst (a post-mission statement, morning-after Jerry McGuire moment) but Drudge is content to let it hold the front page.
Does it signal the beginning of an O-team mutiny? Or isolated–if indiscreet–panic?
Imagine Andrew Sullivan, like Jerry McGuire, alone with his goldfish, trying to be brave, but confused, exposed, lost, and afraid. Very afraid.
On the other hand: a more cynical view suggests that Sullivan knew what he was doing, knew it would be elevated to a media meta-story, because it was aimed that way. Maybe Andrew didn’t break a sweat. Rather than unhinged, or emotional, it was a level-headed, headline-grabbing career choice. Drive traffic, drive a discussion, draw attention to Sullivan’s status.
With that in mind–there’s hope. Perhaps Sullivan can volunteer to draft Obama’s concession speech?
- You people are letting Andrew Sullivan down again (macleans.ca)
- Up And Down With Andrew Sullivan (theawl.com)
- Drudge might be giving Sullivan too much credit here (theblaze.com)
- Andrew Sullivan is Freaking Out. (balloon-juice.com)
- Andrew Sullivan Just About Needs Suicide Watch over Obama Numbers (reason.com)
- Somebody keep an eye on Andrew Sullivan: PPP poll for Daily Kos has Romney ahead by 2 (twitchy.com)