I saw it in multiple outlets but still didn’t want to believe it. I emailed someone who knows him personally and they confirmed it.
I’m too much in shock to say much. Frankly, one of the things that sickens me the most is the celebration we are going to see from some quarters among the fringe left. Oh, they’ll hide it behind a facade; the smirks will be papered over with Serious Looks. But they are already sniggering behind their hands.
I don’t know if I can bear to look.
In October I had an interview with someone who told Breitbart “please die.” She got her wish, and somehow I think Andrew would have wanted me to ask her if she’s happy.
I don’t want to, Andrew. I’ve always tried to follow your example and to be courageous, but I don’t want to ask people that question.
I don’t want to hear the answer.
Rest in peace, buddy. I want to give you a proper tribute, but I can’t muster it. All I see is the faces of the laughing jackals in my mind’s eye and I want to throw up.
I’m going to go stand in the shower and see if maybe this is a bad dream somehow.
UPDATE: Before I leave the computer:
My best to Susie and the children. He was a fighter and one of the most honest people I have ever met. That was what was truly endearing above all else: his absolute, forthright, total honesty. The world is a poorer place today.
OK, I’m going to take that shower now.