Exspectata Tergum

When Walter Cronkite died earlier this month it hit hard. A man from the textbooks, the man from my Vietnam War studies this year at school. A recognizable name in among the dehumanization and stats. Following Robert McNamara to the grave in a matter of weeks emphasized his immediate legacy and "news-worthiness". But to me he was more than the "Trusted Voice of TV News", he symbolized much more. So much so that he has managed to go beyond the grave to "rekindle my fire" and thus I have decided to return to my blog.

I don't claim to know nearly enough to efficiency and intelligently comment on the media's impact immediately following World War 2, after all the impact is all but lost as social perceptions can be lost within a generation, nevermind over generations. However when I hear Cronkite being called the "most trusted man in America" it touches a nerve. An angry nerve.

No man should be able to opinionate the next so easily and readily. Everyone is born equal right? Right? No that's another blog. No Cronkite and men like him; your Trevor McDonalds of this world etc etc, shouldn't be allowed the freedom of unchallenged voice. The voice of researchers high on caffeine rushing stories to get home to their families, cutting corners. Bending the truth.

I'm back to give you my view, for what it's worth. I implore you to do the same, take facts and form your own opinions. Before, now over a year ago, in my earlier posts I may have been too brash, too angry, too pessimistic, searching for a story. But at least I had a voice, not just some "water-cooler small talker" only able to regurgitate last night's news.