As suddenly as God gives, just as suddenly he takes (after all, it is his to determine which and when) and our ears burn with the unbelievability of the unimaginable: Andrew Breitbart is dead, apparently of massive heart failure while strolling along the street in front of his home in the wee hours after midnight yesterday. Just like that: he collapsed and was no more – called home by God at the ungodly youthful age of 43. The voice in the back of my mind cried out “Say it ain’t so, Joe…say it ain’t so,” knowing fully well that it was so because Joe never broke his silence.
I can go on for thousands of words singing the praises and encomiums of conservatism’s most valiant warrior, but there is little point in doing so: for one thing, my pen has grown feeble and feckless of late and for another, others have eulogized this conservative titan with rhetoric that soars like eagles high above the turkey pen that comprises the scope of my abilities.
Here’s the bottom line: Andrew Breitbart is the conservative candle who burned twice as brightly as any other: his “damn the torpedoes” courage not only scored historically significant victories for conservatism against liberal statism, but became the benchmark for conservative valor. He DID what so many of us only fantasized doing – and he did it with class.
In the ridiculously short period of two decades, Andrew Breitbart altered the future of Movement Conservatism and in so doing, affected the course of human history. Imagine what he could have accomplished had he lived another two decades. That thought alone merits quiet contemplation of the enormous impact he had on all our lives. The tragedy is that while his candle burned twice as bright, it burned only half as long.
Still…I can’t help but wonder why. Why did God decide to take him now and not twenty years from now? Why, at a time when his indefatigable energy and unblinking valor are so desperately needed, would God take him from us? Why did God take Andrew Breitbart and not me?
The answer is simple to understand but not easy to accept: it was Andrew’s time. And the lesson we draw? You no longer have Andrew Breitbart to fight your battles for you. Get off your lazy ass, take up the banner and fight for your liberty. Or live in serfdom. It’s your call, America.
Rest in peace, Andrew. We’ll take it from here.
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him;
His father’s sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
“Land of Song!” said the warrior bard,
“Tho’ all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman’s chains
Could not bring his proud soul under;
The harp he wore ne’er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said “No chain shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!”
The Minstrel Boy will return one day
When we hear the news we all will cheer it,
The minstrel boy will return we pray,
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit.
Then may he play his harp in peace,
In a world such as Heaven intended,
For all the bitterness of man must cease,
And every battle must be ended.