I’ve mentioned before I’m a political junkie. I love reading, watching and listening to anything political. BUT, anyone who knows me knows I’m a whimp. A big ‘fraidy-cat. I don’t talk about politics. I’m not quick enough on my feet. When talking to someone, if they show any sign of opposition I fold like a chair. It isn’t until an hour later, alone, in my car I think of the ultimate comeback or argument. Watching TV I’m really brave. I’ll silently scream (and sometimes outwardly scream) at it, and the people on it. I have never really been engaged in political process. Until about 8 months ago.
What happened? My wife and I visited a couple in our neighborhood. He (William) was talking to me and said, “I just finished a book that I think you will enjoy.” The then handed me “Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World!” by Andrew Breitbart. As a rule, I don’t like borrowing books, I’m a slow reader and I would hate to spill Diet Coke all over it.
I had heard of Andrew Breitbart before, I remembered he was instrumental in the take down of Acorn, and I vaguely remembered him offering $100,000 if someone could provide video of anyone using the “N” word toward members of the Congressional Black Caucus, as certain members claimed they endured, as they were marching through the crowd of opponents to Obamacare, on their way to cram it down our throats.
The book literally changed my life.
It made me wake up. I realized silently screaming at the TV doesn’t do anything. That the reason the “left” was kicking our collective butts is they were playing an offense game, we one the “right” were always playing defense. And I was sitting on the sideline. Watching. In the last chapter of his book he said to fight the “Complex” you have to “use the right tactics, understand our opponents, and walk toward the fire. Walk toward the fire.” He then went on to say, “Don’t worry about being called a racist, a homophobe, a sociopath, a violent heteronormative xenophobe with fascistic impulses.” Now to be fair, I don’t know what any of those words mean. But it made me realize I had to get involved. I had to make my voice heard. Even if my voice shakes.
So the next day, I emailed United Families International, who had been sending me emails the past year or so (I still have no idea how I found out about them) and asked if I could start writing for them. They weren’t sure who I was, and I think they were a little leery of me at first. They may STILL be leery.
I’m still afraid to talk, but I’ll write.
I found out today that Andrew Breitbart pasted away. His website biggovernment.com says he died of natural causes. He was 43. One year older then me. I never met Andrew Breitbart, but I can tell you he was a patriot. And it doesn’t matter if he knows it or not, he was influential in my life.
My thoughts and prayers go out to his family.
He will be missed.