I am Andrew Breitbart

Seven years ago today Andrew Breitbart died.

I remember it well.

I was in the faculty lounge with my colleague Diane, the crazy Australian Professor. She's a story for another time. I logged onto a computer and went to Drudge, who had the headline.

I was damn near inconsolable and spent half the day hoping he was trying to play the media.

Breitbart helped change the world, and he changed me. In his memory I pulled a few stunts at Raritan Valley Community College. 

I held a pro-Israel rally and fought back like a tiger when the administration tried to shut it down. They failed. 

I followed up a Michael Brown rally handing out pics of him assaulting an Indian convenience store owner before the police shot him.

When the adjunct coordinator tried to sandbag me for being conservative, I went nuclear on her and the department.

Rest in peace Andrew. I know you, and you sure as hell knew me.