Few things signify the out-of-whakness of the world to me more than watching a bunch of folks sitting around a coffee shop, inevitably bespectacled, sipping their coffee and reading the details of the latest atrocity in some god forsaken corner of the world. Tell me, what comes of such so called news? What, precisely, is accomplished? It's some sort of twisted sado-masochistic fetish for these people, looking at pictures of emaciated or eviscerated bodies—then reading the details that accompany the photo. As if the photo wasn't enough to make a decent person turn away and scream, "Get this the fuck away from me!" Who, in his right mind, publishes these horrors? What kind of sick fuck distributes these images?
Newspapers are particularly egregious in that they aim for the facts alone. Newspapers are the ultimate hard core porn—forget the story or the foreplay, gimme the fucking, gimme the cum shot. Instead, for these perverts, it's gimme the dead bodies, gimme elaborate tortures and beheadings, gimme child murder and rape. You know what? It's not even hard core porn—for at least in porn there's some pleasure. Newspapers are snuff films for the masses.
How did reading the newspaper and knowing the details of some 8 year old's rape become the sign of sophistication, intelligence, and civic mindedness?
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