[Congressional Record (Bound Edition), Volume 158 (2012), Part 2]
[House]
[Page 2603]
[From the U.S. Government Publishing Office, www.gpo.gov]




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                       HONORING ANDREW BREITBART

  The SPEAKER pro tempore. Under the Speaker's announced policy of 
January 5, 2011, the gentleman from Michigan (Mr. McCotter) is 
recognized for 60 minutes as the designee of the majority leader.
  Mr. McCOTTER. Mr. Speaker, I rise to observe the loss of my friend, 
Andrew Breitbart, at the age of 43.
  In endeavoring to eulogize anyone, there is truly no more eloquent 
testament than their family. To his wife, Susie, and their four 
beautiful children, our prayers, our thoughts, and our acts are with 
you.
  Professionally, in Andrew's prodigious genius that was his life's 
work, he tirelessly fought the good fight and, in the end, gave his all 
with every fiber of his soul to serve his fellow human beings and his 
country.
  Numbed with shock and loss at the word of his passing, and in 
reflecting upon the pleasure of his company, which I and so many others 
shared, I do find that I am at a loss for words and will, instead, rely 
upon those of the poet, Rupert Brooke:

     Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour
     And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
     With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
     To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
     Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,
     Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,
     And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
     And all the little emptiness of love!
     Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
     Where there is no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
     Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
     Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there
     But only agony, and that has ending;
     And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

  Good-bye and God bless, brother Andrew. You are loved and mourned and 
ever remembered. You never wasted a day of our finite time called life.
  I yield back the balance of my time.

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