I read this comment of Charles Baudelaire on newspapers and I wanted to share it with you. I strongly agree with him.
He writes:
It is impossible to glance through any newspaper, no matter what the day, the month, or the year, without finding on every line the most frightful traces of human perversity, together with the most astonishing boasts of probity, charity, and benevolence and the most brazen statements regarding the progress of civilization.
Every journal, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a tissue of horrors. Wars, crimes, thefts, lecheries, tortures, the evil deeds of princes, of nations, of private individuals; an orgy of universal atrocity.
And it is with this loathsome appetizer that civilized man daily washes down his morning repast. Everything in this world oozes crime: the newspaper, the street wall, and the human countenance.
I am unable to comprehend how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
Charles Baudelaire, Intimate Journals, translated by Isherwood (San Francisco: City Lights Books, 1990), p. 91.