I did not like Andrew Breitbart. I didn’t find him clever or particularly ethical. His support of sixth-rate provocateurs like James O’Keefe proved that he lacked not only journalistic scruples, but also had a clunky sense of humor.
I’m not thrilled Breitbart died. Not by a long shot. I’m not happy when anyone dies. But I won’t be mourning his contribution to the national dialogue, either. Mainly because his antics didn’t die with him.
That’s also a tragedy.