Walter Cronkite, The life of a man of Integrity

Long ago there were news men. They were special, They were exemplified by men like Cronkite and Reasoner. They stated facts, facts that had been back-checked, facts that one could rely on. Always, they were professional, always they were reliable, always they were unbiased.















The aptly named Harry Reasoner

I remember Cronkite telling the world of the death of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. He stated the facts, then in uncommon emotion, he removed his glasses for a moment, to allow the tears to fall, replaced his glasses, and did his job.

He had known John Kennedy. They met when Cronkite interviewed him. I know much of them both and I am certain that they found commonality in their shared passion for sailing.

I, too, met Cronkite. I was in Wilmington, North Carolina. He was then recently retired. As part of his payment for his commentary of the America’s Cup race, he received a yacht. She was a Sunward 48.

Like me, Walter was a sailor. The yacht had been made for him. He had a special chair that rolled to level on a set of captive casters behind the wheel. It kept his seat level on any angle of heel. It had been on his old boat, and he requested it be installed on his new one. She was a beautiful boat, brand new and perfect. Everything that a sailor could wish for had been carefully incorporated.

Cronkite with his gimballed helm chair (by Getty Images)

It was a crisp morning. A close friend called me to the marina where my sailboat was docked. “Come down, right away!  Walter Cronkite is launching his new boat today”, he said. I was there in a flash. It stood on jack stands, off of the water in the gravel parking lot. It was brand new, beautiful, big, and grand, and we stood, mouths open in wonder. Before long, Walter and his family came and climbed aboard. By now, a small crowd of ne’er-do-wells collected to gawk, as ne’er-do-wells are apt to do.

The family, and the great Cronkite, had left their shoes on the ground and had climbed into the beautiful cabin to see, for the first time, their new yacht. In a few minutes, Walter emerged. “Come on board” he yelled to the crowd. I dared not. It was their moment. Though I wanted so to see the boat, to meet the man, it was a family time, so I stood and gazed into those great eyes, spellbound.

The others scurried up the ladder, black soled shoes with gravel dust grinding into the perfect deck. I cringed. He said nothing. “You, too” he shouted, looking at me and my friend. We dropped our shoes and climbed into the cockpit, and Walter showed us the cabin and the arrangement of the little ship. That is the quality of man that he was.

At that wonderful moment, when fate and hard work shone so graciously on him, he reached down to a couple of ragged sailors and made us a part of it. He was great by every measure.


Scott Cahill

Donald Trump is a Conspiracy Theorist !!!

Trump has aligned himself with the fringe of media. He consorts with talk show hosts and he threatens Jeb Bush with a look, after bringing up painful secrets in a debate. It is not at all presidential to believe in conspiracy.

The main-stream media paints him as a misogynist. They point out his bigotry toward Hispanics and Blacks. They go far out of their way to find fault where none exists. Any thinking man can see the obvious bias of them toward him. Why is this so?



President Obama doesn’t believe in conspiracy,

even after he was handed a war built on a false

pretense. He, instead, moved forward going after

the single “evil” man who was killed and buried at

sea. There is no body. There is no trial. There is no

proof – but, you say, our government would not lie

to us!




Did Osama Bin Laden not deserve a trial. Was he singularly so evil that this human decency did not apply to him, nor international law? Was he truly less human than the Nazis? Did we need to learn nothing from the supposed acts of this evil man?

George Jr. doesn’t believe in conspiracy, even as he sat in a classroom listening to grade school children read “My Pet Goat” while thousands of Americans were blown to unidentifiable bits in the middle of New York City. He sat, like a good boy, exposed and unprotected like J.F.K. in Dealey Plaza. As the secret service stood by, Chaney ran the country, from the bunker below and adjacent to the White House. George was left to wonder if he would live to see tomorrow.

Only a fool would believe such trash! – such a fool was President Eisenhower, Who, in 1961 said ” This conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence — economic, political, even spiritual — is felt in every city, every State house, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources and livelihood are all involved; so is the very structure of our society.”

Or, John Kennedy who said “we are as a people repugnant of secret society….” and warned of the secret society within our government. He faced this during the Cuban Missile Crisis. The coup-like actions of a few nearly brought down our world by nuclear war. This was his last speech before he was murdered. It is worth listening to:

The world is not simple. Man, as a race, commits the same atrocities over and over. Men find freedom, and they squander it. Totalitarianism manifests itself again and again, for democracy is not a natural state of man and, as J.F.K. said, it requires constant vigilance and constant maintenance.

Today, America has become the police state of the world. We are engaged in endless and senseless war. We seek it out and we embrace it. We form, control, and destroy countries. We step in to “help” the third world, then when their natural resources have been depleted, we step away, forgetting our supposed humanitarian concern. (see the book “The Economic Hit Man”)

So, you see, I, too am a conspiracy theorist. I, too, believe that this great nation has been brought to its knees by a few, who believe that they are special, and that they alone are able and capable to forge the future of America and the world. I, too, believe that we have, again and again, been influenced by false-flag operations and by the corrupt. I, too believe that we are losing our freedom from a cancer eating at the body of our great nation.

In its final action the monster is turning it’s attention toward the people of our great nation. They surveil us, and lie about the surveillance. They testify before congress and they lie blatantly, knowing that they will be protected. They watch, and they wait until, when the time is right they will take the last of what we posses.

Donald Trump is not a fool. What he sees is real. He is a patriot, and our last chance to save a dying nation.

Scott Cahill

Fidel Castro

Fidel Castro has died. He was a man of principal. He was a man of passion. He was a man of selfless honor.

I know a lady who is closely related to Castro’s head of security. She is the wife of a friend, after dinner and rum, and we have talked about Castro and his life. Through my poor spanish, she brought me insight into the man and the feelings of the Cuban people toward their leader.

Many in our government and many of the expatriates from Cuba despised him. For them this is a happy day. For the world, this is a day of sadness.

Fidel during his guerrilla days in Cuba

Fidel was a man who was cast into history at a time and a place where desperation had swelled to the point of being intolerable. His island nation had become “owned” by outsiders. Few cubans prospered, and only those who subjugated themselves to the plantation owners (Americans).

He gave himself over to a cause that was beyond his life. He, at the point of coordinating the overthrow of Cuba’s corrupt government, assured his death by a bullet, yet, he lived on.

Fidel with his friend, Che Guevara, later killed in Bolivia by “CIA assisted Forces”

We, The United States of America, betrayed him when he proved to not be the patsy that we had hoped him to be. We gave him a ticker-tape parade through the heart of New York City, but, when he refused to be our “boy” as the good central american dictators were supposed to do, we tried to overthrow him to install a more compliant government. When his generals would not turn on the man for money or power, we attempted assasination time and time again.

Castro – loved – in New York City 1960

His success in resisting our imperial efforts resulted in the failure of the United States to so subordinate Central America. The effort, and the resistance, continue to this day (Sandinista Guerrillas – Ollie North, on and on).

“Brigade 2506” soldiers

This was a time of the fragmentation and loss of control of covert operations in our nation. Much of the black operations of these alienated factions of our government’s clandestine agencies were determined to regain, for America, the riches of Cuba, and to clear ourselves of our embarrassment. We undermined his position and we even punished the Cuban people to try to harm the man, who we so hated – hated because he would not comply.

Cuban soldiers, trained by Che Guevara, shooting at american bombers painted as Cuban Air Force planes.

The Bay of Pigs, a poorly coordinated effort of a faction of the C.I.A., failed when J.F.K. refused to provide air cover for the landing.

U.S. bombers, painted as cuban planes, softened the cubans, retreating to central american airfields, and, at last “defecting” to Miami. The citizens of the U.S. were, of course, lied to, as was the plan.

The C.I.A. had assumed that J.F.K. would acquiesce and allow the U.S. fighters to enter the fray and support the loosely-trained troops of “Brigade 2506”. He did not, wishing for us to not learn of the great deception of the American people by our government. This was the beginning of the end for President Kennedy. The factions of our CIA expected him to support the effort, once started. He refused. This left the “Brigade 2506” exposed in a swamp, devoid of supplies or reinforcement. They were destined to fail.

Kennedy meeting the soldiers of the “Brigade 2506”

The “Bay of Pigs Invasion” cemented the cuban people’s love for Castro. He was a leader, and when things got difficult, he went into the field of battle and fought along side his countrymen again, proving his valor and willingness to give his life for his country and his troops.

The government of the United States lied to their people about the operations, endangered out nation with the resulting “Cuban Missile Crisis”, and continue to lie and shield the truth from the ears of their own people. The people of Cuba have been far too deeply and unfairly punished for far too long.

Only a nation afraid of the truth would forbid its citizens to travel to a nation 90 miles off of its coast. Our nation, land of the free, etc. etc., threatens its citizens with imprisonment and forfeiture of boats or planes use to travel there. We guard our dirty little secret so tenaciously that we have to resort to such actions.

The Bay of Pigs – as it looks today

We may continue our hatred, wrought of our embarrassment at turning on a friend. We may continue to punish the people of a beautiful Caribbean country for our clandestine actions which failed. I hope not.

Castro, as I would like to remember him, cigar and smile.

Castro would wish for his death to mark a new beginning, for us to move toward normalized relations, as we have so long ago with Vietnam and other less savory foes.

We Americans have been lied to for half a century about Fidel Castro and who he was and what he stood for. We loved him when he won, we hated him when he refused to become our puppet.

I know that this writing will be received by some as inflammatory. We have been subjected to such propoganda for so very long about Cuba and about Castro. We have been mislead and we have been lied to. It is far easier to hate someone who you do not know.

Castro in Toronto Canada after his visit to New York

Now, at last, the man who our nation blamed for these ills has died. Perhaps we can move toward a positive relationship with the people and country, which is our neighbor, and which so deeply exemplifies our worst failure at international relations.

I wish I could have met him and had a shot of scotch and sat and talked in whicker chairs. Maybe we could have been friends, fishing the Gulf Stream, and smoking cigars with Hemingway.

Scott Cahill