Non-Partisan Media Evaluation

Meida Bias Graphic

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Welcome back My Dear Shoevians to another article here at The Other Shoe. Today I am here to post a short article, but a very important graphic. Below you will find a chart. In this chart are logos, and names, of most of the media outlets we all are familiar. Familiar or not, this graphic (created by a non-partisan media watchdog group) breaks down where the outlets we favor fall.

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Meaning, is the media outlet I read and use most; Liberal, Progressive, Conservative, Ultra-Conservative, and are they are reliable source or are they highly partisan. I have been writing and publishing, now, for over six years and I found this chart to be very helpful! I already knew where many of these outlets fell, but it did some as a surprise that some of the media I was reading was far more partisan that I realized.

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My Dear Shoevians, I wanted to share this graphic but I also wanted to make you aware that I will do my best to stick to publishing honest and reliable articles. It is not my intent to write or publish highly partisan articles, there is already more than enough outlets that engage in that practice.

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Finally, I want you to feel free to save this image for your own use and refer to it as a guide. A guide that might help you, My Dear Shoevians, to guard against a diet of only  highly partisan articles.

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Meida Bias Graphic

Thank you!

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Adieu!

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The Forces That Bind Us ALL! Video

Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. I wanted more for the article of the same name published yesterday. Late today, I read the article aloud for Allen. I was awestruck at how great it sounded when I read it out loud. I do enjoy how I read… how I place inflections… how I can breath life into written words. Allen told me that he enjoyed my spoken version better than the written version.

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Therefore, I just spent four more hours on this article. It is now 3AM Friday January 10th, 2014. I have, finally, completed the upload of the video I made of me reading the article. Now, I am publishing this article as an introduction to the video of me reading this pivotal article. I do believe that this article has a power to change. I know that I still need to work out some bugs in the way I presented this work and the underlying ideas. I am willing to keep working on this presentation. I hope that you understand… I hope that you see the potential of what I am sharing with you, My Dear Readers.

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I well may not change anything… However, change comes from hidden places… and often from as few a one person with a deep belief and the will to see it through. Here is ‘The Forces That Bind Us ALL’ as read by me earlier today. I did NOT get the mistake of ‘Powers’ corrected to ‘Forces’ prior to shooting this video. It took four hours to; shoot the video, add the effects title and ending credits, save and upload this video. Therefore, I am unable to completely redo this video just for ONE word change.

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You ALL know that I am talking about ‘Forces’ of nature. I apologize that due to my pain and weakness I failed at getting this all prefect the first time. As I indicated, I am going to be working on this piece for some time. Thank you for your understanding and support.

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What a Wonderful World

Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe.

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I see trees of green,

red roses too.

I see them bloom,

for me and you.

And I think to myself,

What a Wonderful World.[1]

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When I was a boy, this song was popular in my home. As a boy of six and seven I used to sing this song, to my Mom, doing by best to mimic Louis Armstrong. Even at that young age, I prided myself on being able to mimic the voices and tonal qualities of famous people. I did a mean John Kennedy, until 1963… when I stopped doing his voice.

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I see skies of blue,

And clouds of white.

The bright blessed day,

The dark sacred night.

And I think to myself, What a wonderful world.

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It is another year, here at The Other Shoe. Another year means another opportunity. An opportunity to share with loved ones. An opportunity to redefine, or further define ourselves… and maybe help others… find and redefine themselves. For the past seven years, a great amount of grinding has been going on. Grinding on each other, grinding on others… grinding on the people we love, because we feel as though life (and maybe work) grinds on us… too much.

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The colors of the rainbow,

So pretty in the sky.

Are also on the faces,

Of people going by,

I see friends shaking hands.

Saying, “How do you do?”

They’re really saying,

“I love you”. .

The time has come for all the grinding to stop. Time for the grinding in our places of work, to stop. Time for the grinding in the places we call home, to stop. And… it is time for the grinding in our politics… our political dialogue… our voice in our governance, to stop. All this grinding on each other, leaves us shattered and smaller people… than we know ourselves to be.

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I hear babies cry,

I watch them grow,

They’ll learn much more,

Than I’ll ever know.

And I think to myself,

What a wonderful world.

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The grinding comes from pain. The pain comes from anger. The anger comes from fear. The fear… comes from voices. These voices that we hear on the radio in the car and in our homes, these voices spread fear. Fear of our neighbors, fear of people we do not know. Fear that we are being taken advantage of, and fear of the unknown. That is the greatest fear, isn’t it? Fear of those that are not the same… fear of those unknown.

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The colors of the rainbow,

So pretty in the sky.

Are also on the faces,

Of people going by,

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We all need to let go of our fears. The world around us is changing, some say too fast. I think that there are a lot of liars out there, spreading hate. Selling, to those willing to listen, a vision of our world… that is just simply not true. Spending hours, out of each and every day, sewing seeds of division that flower into hate. Many trust these voices… to the point of not listening to any others. They listen to the point of exclusion, and therein lay their mistake.

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For that is all it is, a mistaken choice. Let us not make any more of it… for that might lead us to hate. Another year means another opportunity… An opportunity to redefine, or further define ourselves… and maybe help others… find and redefine themselves.”

 

Another year is a new opportunity to open your heart, mind, and soul. There are new and different voices to listen to, for this new year. Voices of compassion, and voices so sincere. Voices that wish to lift us all out of anger and hatred and even mend our souls.

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Yes, I think to myself.

What a wonderful world.

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Oh, yeah.

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I welcome you all, My Dear Readers, to 2014. I welcome you to a place where new voices will be shared, every day. A place, so very near, that you need not travel far. To reach inside each other, to reach inside ourselves. To leave behind the; fear, and anger and hatred that has marred too many years before… and in so doing, we will be reborn.

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I will work so very hard, each and every day. To share with you voices… to chase away the pain. To erase the harm of division, to unite us once again. To share a special knowledge that will free us, one and all. For in case you have forgotten? This is a Wonderful World.

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As always I am deeply honored that you come here and read my words.

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Thank you!

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I’ll Be Seeing You, Again, Soon

I’ll Be Seeing You, Again, Soon…

           Welcome back My Dearest Readers to The Other Shoe. I have been away for six days, not without good reason. On July 11 of this year I started a campaign to raise money to help me move. A very successful campaign, I might add. However, since I started that campaign I have not taken time away for myself. In the past six months I; was forced to move from a place I called home for a decade, watched a man I dearly love work to undermine his best efforts and destroy his life in slow motion, did everything I could to raise enough money to move alone if need be, packed the majority of my home by myself (which, in my condition, was; terrifying, painful, and humiliating), moved, lost, and worked the very fiber of my being to regain myself and what little status I had in the community I choose to express myself.

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Life deciding, that not being enough, all along I was in a quiet battle with my own pain. Since right before Allen left my pain has been on a steady path increase in severity and how long it visits me. Going hand in hand with this debilitating pain are frequent fevers, severe headaches, and intense burning sensation in my neck… Like someone pouring lava down the back of my head. Through all that, My Dear Readers, I have done my best to do two things. First, never stop writing. As a boy I thought choir was my voice, as a young man I thought the stage would be my voice, as a middle-aged man you hear my voice right here. Second, ‘show no pain’… Thanks Dad.

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I hope I have succeeded, My Dear Readers. For of all that which I wished to share with you my pain-and-suffering are not numbered among them. All along in the background I been searching for my voice. Who am I? Am I a humorist? Doubtful I don’t find what going on America amusing in the slightest nor do I find any humor in the life I’ve been left to lead. Am I a humanist? Definitely I look at today and I can compare it to the other time I know best in my life. The 60s.

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When the 60s began I was three years old. By the time it was all over; three great Americans had been struck down in the ;rime of thier lives, America had put men on the moon, African-Americans were full citizens with the right to vote, and I was a teenager. America faces similarly difficult times right now today. Am I a humanist? Damn right I am!

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But that’s not enough, My Dear Readers, everybody’s got have a hook. In three years I have written 308 articles. Literally tens of thousands of; Americans, Asians, Mediterranean’s, people from all over this good Earth have visited my blog and read my words. Not shabby.

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But I owe you more. And more is what you will get. My battle with my disability and pain will continue unabated, until I draw my last breath. But something else will continue as well, My Dear Readers, this blog, my writing, and ‘The Adventures of Princess Nadia’. Because you see all along I’m working on my tail. You want to know what irony is? To speech program wrote T A I L not T A L E That’s ironic.

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My Dear Readers, I wish I could be here several times every day. If I had a staff, if I had an editor, if I had anyone on God’s green earth any kind of help with these two blogs I’d be writing to you several times a day and publishing. I love you all so much. You are the reason I get up in the morning, you’re the reason I endure the pain, you’re the reason I breathe today. If I’m not here on these pages it’s not because I don’t want to be. If I’m not here, more times than not, it’s because I cannot be. And for that, I apologize.

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Hopefully, starting later today I’m going to be writing with more of a direction. Right now I’m fixing to go… to go, to the biweekly… triweekly? Every two days. Process of removing a pain patch and putting on a new one. A simple process, eh? If they made these darn things worth a damn it would be. However, we live in reality and the damn things are made for profit so it takes me a good two hours to get one to stick.

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As soon as that is done, My Dear Readers, I will return here and talk with you more. Oh how I love talking to you… you are the future… you do realize that, right? All of us. Young, old, teen, 20 something, African American, Caucasian, Hispanic, Latino, we are the future.

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A humanist is a man or woman who looks at the world around them and says to themselves “we can do better”. I know we can, I’ve seen it with my own two eyes. Hopefully, My Dear Readers, over the next days, weeks, months, years I will share with you how we can all do it better. I’ll share with you how even though the 60s were an era of assassinations, we did the human part right. And how, today we are really screwing up the human part. Oh Lord we know how to make money Lordy yes! But in the pursuit of avarice mankind has traded humanity… Humility… The art of being a human is being traded it for the art of being wealthy at someone else’s expense.

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You see, no one ever tells you that. Prior to meeting Allen, and after I left Pearland Texas. A little city krpt drawing me back to its borders. No matter where I looked for a job, no matter where I chose to live this little city kept calling me back to its borders. That little city? That little city was… Beverly Hills. You can’t really work, live, eat, play in the city of Beverly Hills without getting to know wealthy people, wealth, money and the God of it all avarice.

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I simply must get in the shower… I met a screenwriter. This old screenwriter used to write for Colombo and McMillan and wife. He said the strangest thing to me. He said “Daniel there’s only a finite amount of wealth in the world. Humanity is not about hoarding that money. Being human… Being human is making sure that everybody has enough to live.”

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I’ll leave you with that.

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