lternet did a very respectable and respectful article on the death of Andrew Breitbart. By the end of the article I was ready to puke. The article seemed to go out of its way to avoid mentioning the fact that the biggest headlines of Breitbart's career were all illegitimately cooked up. After all the hoopla, it would come out that he had maliciously twisted the facts so violently that they came out in the wash as nothing more than made up stories in which he exploited innocent people fraudulently to make himself look like a real journalist.
He was not.
Breitbart was a cheap Repuke sock-puppet; and like all mainstream media Repukes: Savage, Beck, Hannity, O'Reilley. etc. he didn't care who he fucked over, or how brazenly he lied, so long as he could squeeze some points and hefty checks out of the most mean spirited right wingers. His attitude was that of an opportunist and a hustler.
As for right wingers, we all know they are colossally mean spirited. Famous for it. David Brock wrote about his epiphany as he talked to a right wing Federal judge who had no shame in displaying the torrent of his mean-spiritedness. Brock had attacked Anita Hill in an article during the Clarence Thomas debacle in Congress with his little phrase, "she was a little bit nutty and a little bit slutty," Although he gained mountains of praise from right wingers, he had qualms about the fact that he had destroyed a good woman without ever even meeting her.
And for what?
For the likes of Clarence Thomas?
Long Dong Silver of the bench?
And that moment of revelation was all it took to launch Brock's departure from the Republicanism for which he had become such a high performing sock-puppet writer, and reclaim the Liberal outlook he had so assiduously fought against at Berkeley.
But the author of this article doesn't really spend time on Brock's recovery of his own sense of decency. Something which Breitbart never troubled himself about. None of them, the conservatives, I mean, cared or care anything about reality so long as they could twist facts into a narrative which would stoke the vast boiling cauldrons of their hatred.■