If you were to ask me where I get my news I would best fit into the online news crowd. Most of my news comes from sources like CNN, NY Times, Digg, Twitter, Slashdot, etc. However, I do enjoy watching the NBC Nightly News via their video podcast. It's nice to see a familiar face telling me about the world's daily event. I don't rely on just once source for my news, but I also don't read all of my news sources everyday either.

I believe society will always look to a groomed face to hear them espouse the day's events. They will find one with whom they are comfortable with their individual politics and use the experience to find comfort in their own personal choices to perhaps assuage the pain of their own position whether it be in the majority or minority. It matters not … Read Morewhere we get it, online or on the air, I think the overwhelming majority of people will continue to cleave to a figurehead to make sense of it all. It's just easier these days to find one who conforms to ones own bias.

I think it comes down to my belief that people like to be tucked into bed with the days events wrapped up in a nice little ball with the assurance that they're on the winning team.

not much of a surprise to me but look at the age difference in the people that said they get their news from TV and those who get it from the internet only.

This was really good.
I get drive-by news when I'm on the internet and the homepage comes up and catches my eye, or when the news-junkie I live with has CNN/MSNBC blaring …usually have to turn it off to get a word in.

A lyrical song poem I wrote about “Uncle Walter”:

You Were Always There When The World Turned Dark

When I was four years old sitting in my Daddy's arms
In front of a prism trace
I was watching an innocent face
With crystal blue eyes
Along with a strong voice in place
All of a sudden I caught a gleam in my eye
Just like the giant one behind you
This watercolor picture shield you were in everynight
To me was new
I found you more inspiring than Captain Kangaroo
At the same time I was learning to tie my shoe
Instantly I adored you as an uncle very deeply
My Daddy wrote your name in my coloring book
Outside the lines of Charlie Brown
You were a Crayola Crayon with true colors
That opened up a boxed- in child out of a frown

CHORUS:
You were always there when the world turned dark
You reached out your strong hand
To a troubled land
Including Vietnam overseas
Everybody prayed and landed on their knees
To stop this disgusting turmoil
That made our skin crawl and our blood boil
You even lassoed and threw over your shiny anchor
As a symbol of a sacrificial light
To cease a painful battle sight

Four years before I was conceived
A fairy tale was washing in soap bubbles on TV
Then a dark screen appeared along with your voice
There was no choice
The soap bubbles shattered as a signal of the departure of JFK
Everybody lost their craving for Nescafe
And watched a dog starve right away
Between the black screen and the broken antenna waves
The faded camera focused on you
As you are almost in bloom a weeping willow
U.S. citizens ended up hugging a pillow
In a time span of four days
Because our dry breadbasket lost an innocent leader
What the hell happened to civil rights?
Innocent political leaders are falling like dominoes
Some nuts with milk chocolate hands
Got to get their heads out of their nose
They should see the tie dye light of peace and love
Carrying a tool-a snow white dove
Facing the omninsicent father above

CHORUS

When I was fourteen you announced taking off on
your long journey to a fountain of salty water
I felt empty because I was going to miss an uncle
who had no more trust
Bread without crust
Your typewriter stopped clicking
Your clock stopped ticking
Your pen stopped writing
Your phone stopped ringing
The world stopped singing
The giant eye went blind
You were the only man that kept our tubes in intact
By expressing your up and down to earth facts
After you stepped down off a history book staircase
The paparazzi christened you a movie star
With a fancy car
Complete with a wet bar
With no film role
An American Idol without song and Simon, just soul
The rotting classroom globe grew a deep hole
So the children of the future looked up to you
By following in your shoes
That sure beats singing the blues
Years ago dear 'ol Captain Neweyes
Was eating his fortune, voila got wise
He flew in space
Influenced by will and grace
By an action figure walking on a hard ball core land
(Oh boy! Whew!)

CHORUS

That day when the heavenly angels swept you in
the holographic sky
I started to cry
I put on my long white dress
and picked a faded red rose
Meanwhile everybody's cup of tears overly flows
I held my rose close to my breast
With a mighty soft caress
I closed my eyes to daydream about you and me in a slow dance
In reality I wish I had a chance
All of us admirers salute you as a hero with a gold medal shining
'round your neck
Powerful love you gave was like the King of Hearts card from a full deck
At forty-three I still write your name on my holographic magic
scratch pad paper
I look up in the holographic sky
To hear your strong voice echoing in the clouds so high
I also hear your typewriter clicking
Your clock ticking
Your pen writing
Your phone ringing
The angels singing
You conducting a harp
Now God's TV color is not sharp
It's just like the magical scratch pad sky
That opened the giant blinded eye
A sweet innocent spiritual smile
Will stay in our hearts forever not for a while

CHORUS

And that's the way it is

A lyrical song poem I wrote about “Uncle Walter”:

You Were Always There When The World Turned Dark

When I was four years old sitting in my Daddy's arms
In front of a prism trace
I was watching an innocent face
With crystal blue eyes
Along with a strong voice in place
All of a sudden I caught a gleam in my eye
Just like the giant one behind you
This watercolor picture shield you were in everynight
To me was new
I found you more inspiring than Captain Kangaroo
At the same time I was learning to tie my shoe
Instantly I adored you as an uncle very deeply
My Daddy wrote your name in my coloring book
Outside the lines of Charlie Brown
You were a Crayola Crayon with true colors
That opened up a boxed- in child out of a frown

CHORUS:
You were always there when the world turned dark
You reached out your strong hand
To a troubled land
Including Vietnam overseas
Everybody prayed and landed on their knees
To stop this disgusting turmoil
That made our skin crawl and our blood boil
You even lassoed and threw over your shiny anchor
As a symbol of a sacrificial light
To cease a painful battle sight

Four years before I was conceived
A fairy tale was washing in soap bubbles on TV
Then a dark screen appeared along with your voice
There was no choice
The soap bubbles shattered as a signal of the departure of JFK
Everybody lost their craving for Nescafe
And watched a dog starve right away
Between the black screen and the broken antenna waves
The faded camera focused on you
As you are almost in bloom a weeping willow
U.S. citizens ended up hugging a pillow
In a time span of four days
Because our dry breadbasket lost an innocent leader
What the hell happened to civil rights?
Innocent political leaders are falling like dominoes
Some nuts with milk chocolate hands
Got to get their heads out of their nose
They should see the tie dye light of peace and love
Carrying a tool-a snow white dove
Facing the omninsicent father above

CHORUS

When I was fourteen you announced taking off on
your long journey to a fountain of salty water
I felt empty because I was going to miss an uncle
who had no more trust
Bread without crust
Your typewriter stopped clicking
Your clock stopped ticking
Your pen stopped writing
Your phone stopped ringing
The world stopped singing
The giant eye went blind
You were the only man that kept our tubes in intact
By expressing your up and down to earth facts
After you stepped down off a history book staircase
The paparazzi christened you a movie star
With a fancy car
Complete with a wet bar
With no film role
An American Idol without song and Simon, just soul
The rotting classroom globe grew a deep hole
So the children of the future looked up to you
By following in your shoes
That sure beats singing the blues
Years ago dear 'ol Captain Neweyes
Was eating his fortune, voila got wise
He flew in space
Influenced by will and grace
By an action figure walking on a hard ball core land
(Oh boy! Whew!)

CHORUS

That day when the heavenly angels swept you in
the holographic sky
I started to cry
I put on my long white dress
and picked a faded red rose
Meanwhile everybody's cup of tears overly flows
I held my rose close to my breast
With a mighty soft caress
I closed my eyes to daydream about you and me in a slow dance
In reality I wish I had a chance
All of us admirers salute you as a hero with a gold medal shining
'round your neck
Powerful love you gave was like the King of Hearts card from a full deck
At forty-three I still write your name on my holographic magic
scratch pad paper
I look up in the holographic sky
To hear your strong voice echoing in the clouds so high
I also hear your typewriter clicking
Your clock ticking
Your pen writing
Your phone ringing
The angels singing
You conducting a harp
Now God's TV color is not sharp
It's just like the magical scratch pad sky
That opened the giant blinded eye
A sweet innocent spiritual smile
Will stay in our hearts forever not for a while

CHORUS

And that's the way it is