Andrew Breitbart was a brutal, revolting, disgusting piece of trash who undermined this country and represented the worst of American politics. None of us will ever have to worry about the workings of his evil ways again. He is done. He will be remembered not for whatever good was in him but for being a destroyer of our way of life. He wasted his life and made our lives that much harder. The world is better off and brighter without him. Good riddance.
Don't mistake my relief for glee. I'm not glad he's dead. I am relieved. It is a great relief to me to be able to say those few words--whose relevance and veracity no one can honestly dispute.
I sympathize with the bereaved. Most of us know what it is like to be personally bereaved. It sucks. Other people, by their bias or ignorance, saw Breitbart in a different light. We are all entitled to our own perceptions. I would never give my opinion of Andrew Breitbart at his funeral (as if I would even go), and I don't support dancing on other people's graves.
Rather, Breitbart's passing is a one-time occasion to condemn him for the evil he did to this world, and then to let go of our resentment of him for his crimes. With these few words I hereby accomplish exactly that, at least for myself. The people who say "now isn't the time" or "it isn't respectful" can go suck a lemon. They do not know what they are talking about. If we would ethically show quiet respect for a person in death, then our enmity toward that person in life was wrong. And if the enmity was not wrong, then quiet respect is hypocritical, and an abrogation of our obligation to bear witness to history.
