May the Lord bless and keep your soul, and be with your friends, family and fans in their time of grief.
I love my job. I love fighting for what I believe in. I love having fun while doing it. I love reporting stories that the Complex refuses to report. I love fighting back, I love finding allies, and—famously—I enjoy making enemies.
Three years ago, I was mostly a behind-the-scenes guy who linked to stuff on a very popular website. I always wondered what it would be like to enter the public realm to fight for what I believe in. I’ve lost friends, perhaps dozens. But I’ve gained hundreds, thousands—who knows?—of allies. At the end of the day, I can look at myself in the mirror, and I sleep very well at night.
(An aside--Mr. Breitbart is only a year older than I, and likely in far better health. It's not impossible that his death was, in fact, natural...but, in truth, it raises my eyebrows more than a bit.)
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