My Brush With Greatness

Last Spring, I was in Pella, Iowa at the premiere of Sarah Palin's movie. I didn't get tickets to the movie because it was going to start promptly at 5pm, and I had enough job responsibilities that I wasn't going to be able to scoot out early. So I just went over for the after-movie festivities.

So I'm in the crowd, when all of a sudden I see "that haircut" along with the carefully cultivated five o'clock shadow that were hallmarks of the Late Great Andrew Breitbart. He was just circulating through the crowd who were waiting for Sarah & Todd to leave the theatre. I managed to work my way over to him and introduce myself. When I told him that I'm a minor-league coblogger at the AoSHQ, he replied with something like "Hey I love that site! I don't know if I've read your work or not: Do you COMMENT there too?"

Dude was in on the joke, and he said it with that Breitbart smile on his face.

I only met the man the one time, but I wanted to share the story today because I think he really liked the treacherous hive of scum & villiany that comments here at Ace's. He wasn't blowing smoke up your asses, I honestly think that he liked you. And that's a good way to remember the man.

Godspeed, Mr. Breitbart.

posted by Russ from Winterset at 08:47 AM

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