Last summer I was still fairly new to Washington, D.C., but it's when I met Andrew Breitbart. It was at the book launch party for his new book "Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World."
I've never been a huge fan of Breitbart but I got a copy of the book for him to sign and as he did, I asked him about the cover of it. It's a terrible photo of the guy. He's unshaven, his forehead is wrinkled and I can't imagine he was wearing any makeup for the photo shoot.
He told me before the book was published, he had shown the cover to Matt Drudge of the Drudge Report. Drudge had told Breitbart something to the effect of, "You look like you've fought a really long battle and won."
The book is almost exclusively a critique of the mainstream media and how it portrays conservatives.
Here's an excerpt:
And then I realized that it didn't matter how they labeled me. At the end of the day, I know I'm not an aspiring political pundit, that I don't consider my voice any greater than my neighbor's voice, that my opinion on gay marriage is no more important than that of someone who is gay and is in a committed relationship, and that my thoughts on marijuana legalization are no more important than those of an orthodox Jew who has a deep problem with illegal drugs. I understood that if anybody thinks that my mission is to become another person you see on TV or hear on radio pontificating "It's my way or the highway" on such matters, they've completely missed the point.
Breitbart signed my book: "Eddie, fight the man!"