Andrew Breitbart is dead. What’s the most appropriate way to feel when someone you’ve loathed is gone?
It’s okay to loathe his legacy. It’s okay to feel good about his new-media empire suddenly losing most of its symbolic capital, but whatever you do, don’t relish that the man is dead.
He was a magnificent asshole, but he was still a human being. The dude was only forty-three. He had a wife and four kids. That situation is incredibly sad.