Remembering Andrew Breitbart
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Andrew Breitbart collapsed and died due to a congenital heart defect nine years ago today.

Great remembrance of Andrew from Michael Walsh back in 2012.

We have lost our bravest warrior, but we must continue his good fight.

In the war against the institutional Left, Andrew Breitbart was the Right's Achilles; the bravest of all the warriors, now fallen on the plain. There was no combat in which he would not engage, no battle -- however small -- he would not join with glee, and no outcome acceptable except total victory. His unexpected death last night at the young age of 43 is not the end of his crusade, but its beginning.

No figure on our side was more despised in the whited sepulchers of the media/academic/political Left, and Breitbart wore their loathing as a daily badge of honor. His refusal to grant even a glimmer of moral absolution constantly enraged them, and his very existence was an affront to their carefully constructed -- to use one of Andrew’s favorite words -- "narrative" of moral superiority. Naturally, they are already dancing on his grave, with the manic joy of being suddenly and miraculously delivered from one of their most potent enemies.

Breitbart's death is a tragedy, not only for those who delighted in following him into battle but for those who cheered him on as well. Andrew was larger than life, a charismatic natural leader, a big man in every way -- physically, spiritually, and intellectually. He would meet a total stranger and immediately try to enlist him or her into his army, railing against the Left's mendacity and misdeeds. He would practically pick you up by the lapels and shake you in order to make you understand the furious, urgent necessity of his fight.

Confrontation was his métier, and he routinely and gleefully waded into groups of lefties to challenge them face to face. Puckish humor was his stock-in-trade, and he would often disarm opponents with his boyish, goofy side. He was a virtuoso of the Twitterverse, a master of multi-tasking, and would think nothing of having a meeting with colleagues in his Westwood home while talking on the phone to someone else and working his Twitter feed. He joked that he had ADD, but what he really had was an outsized heart, fueled by courage and passion and, as the title of his recent book had it, by Righteous Indignation.

Michael Walsh, by the way, just published a surprise best-seller Called Last Stands: Why Men Fight When All Is Lost.

It has the unofficial subtitle "Case Studies in Toxic Masculinity." I'm going to try to interview him about the book for the blog.

Speaking of toxic masculinity:

I understand their paranoia on this score. Heck, sometimes I wonder if the CIA hasn't feminized the whole US, thinking (correctly) that feminized men are easier to control.

I should mention, because people still have questions about how he died, that Andrew Breitbart was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect just a couple of months before his death. He had collapsed -- nonfatally, of course -- previously.

I saw him a month before his death. He did not tell me about his congenital heart defect, but did tell me he was under doctor's orders to lose weight and get into shape. "I'm going to get into such good shape that you'll want to f*** me," he informed me.

His plan? Low-carb/keto. I think the doctor may have prescribed that. (Doctors are waking up about this.)

And no, don't blame low-carb for his death, either. He was only on it for a couple of months.

Additional quick hits:

Woman refuses to shave her unibrow and mustache Because Patriarchy.

Here's how she looked Pre-Feminism:

She says she's determined to look like an underbridge troll because men can grow mustaches and "nobody says anything."

Yeah, our dicks get hard, too. Believe it or not, Fuzzy, there are differences between men and woman and what makes them attractive.

Of course: gay polyamorous "throuple" sues state to put three men's names on a birth certificate.

A gay, polyamorous California throuple made history in 2017 when they became the first family in the state to list three parents on a birth certificate.

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"The fact that Piper has three parents is just not a big deal. I have three parents myself -- my mother, father and stepmother -- and no one thinks anything of it," Jenkins writes in the book. "Some people seem to think it’s about a ton of sex or something, or we're unstable and must do crazy things. [But] it's really remarkably ordinary and domestic in our house and definitely not 'Tiger King,'" referring to Joe Exotic's wild gay throuple featured in the buzzy Netflix docuseries.

No, nothing like Tiger King! Not at all! See, that was three non-college-educated dudes all banging each other up the ***, and this is three college-educated professional dudes all banging each other up the ***. Plus, a kid!

See? Nothing at all alike. All very "boring" and bourgeois.

Remember, having a college degree transforms all sins and perversions into virtues and achievements.

Because the only real sin is being unfashionably poor.

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Although their relationship with Hodges began as a friendship, things quickly turned romantic. After five years of throuple-dom, the trio started seriously discussing parenthood when friends offered to donate their leftover embryos to them.

Over the next year, the family would spend more than $120,000 on legal fees, contracts, implantations and tests....

More tricky legal processes ensued.

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The trio won the right to their "poly birth certificate" just before Piper was born.

posted by Ace at 07:25 PM

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