Good morning, Netizens...
It was inevitable that less than a day since the late Walter Cronkite became accustomed to hearing the sounds of the news-angels singing 24 hours a day in heaven, someone would have to dig up what they insist is the mud in his life for profit. A former Cronkite employee, his chef and manager, is about to publish a book in which she paints an ugly picture of Walter Cronkite, one that perhaps Americans never saw or never need to read.
In our our generation, it was traditionally stated from Shakespeare that "The evil men do lives after them while the good is oft interred with their bones" or modified slightly, if it weren't for the muckrakers, we probably would not remember most of our fallen cultural heroes.
It is the sordid, the sensational, the risqué that are raked up from the ashes of the dead, typically for a tidy profit, and thus get perpetuated into the slipstream of life, whether truthful or not.
Thus this morning's David Horsey cartoon venerates Walter Cronkite for the newsman that he was, and rightfully so, suggests he never truly had a peer when it came to broadcasting the news. If there was a news story, regardless of where in the world it was unfolding, Walter Cronkite was there, and told the story to our generation. The unfortunate part of history is we probably will never see nor hear another news anchor of his stature again.