Matt Taibbi of the Rolling Stone posted a horrible article on Breitbart’s death. He titled the story, Andrew Breitbart: Death of a Douche.
His first paragraph read as follows:
So Andrew Breitbart is dead. Here’s what I have to say to that, and I’m sure Breitbart himself would have respected this reaction: Good! F**k him. I couldn’t be happier that he’s dead.
There was outrage over the net. Taibbi posted a follow-up of what happened.
Well done, Breitbart fans, well done! In less than 24 hours you’ve hacked into my Wiki page, published my telephone number on Twitter, called the Rolling Stone offices pretending to be outraged “advertisers” (anonymous ones, who hung up before we could figure out which “ads” to pull), and then spent all night calling and texting my phone with various threats and insults, many of them directed at my family. “Better grow eyes in the back of your head,” was one; “I’m going to take a shit on your mother’s grave,” was another; a third called my wife a “piece of shit like you,” and many others called me a “pile of human excrement.”