Sniping Under Broken Halos

Tabloid newspapers are vile. There Ive said it. They only exist to 'entertain' the nose on sleeve crew, and those who believe pushchairs and cigarettes are a stylish combination.
Of course this is not a new revelation to me. The tawdry headlines that have screamed from news stalls ever since I was old enough to disinguish Ale from Lager, long ago convinced me that nothing good is in them. However much they set up charities, or feelgood stories 'For Our Lads Overseas' they still peddle shit and myth.
Dirt sells and the biggest whores are those red topped reprobates: the moral guardians as they would like to be known. Yes quite. Do they really think we believe them when they inform us that their reporter 'made his excuses and left'? Are we taken in by their concern over a drug addicted D list karaoke singer?
No, the saints are deluded and everyone with a thinking mind knows that the reporter threw his excuses from the bedroom window, and the only concern they have for karaoke Sharon is when next to shakedown the secret cameras for her exclusive binge.
They are utterly revolting, as are the cretins who sell their stories/souls. Tales of drug addiction, false rapes, breakdowns, food binges, the woe never ends. And the smaller the name the more extreme the accusations. Roll up! Roll up! Come and watch the freaks perform in a shameless orgy of self promotion. No shred of talent is needed in the tabloid kingdom.
And what of the columnists of these cheap rags? Nothing but egomaniacs and rats, interested in nothing but becoming a celebrity themselves. Every day they splash their inarticulate nonsense across pages in bile inducing self righteous pomp, and the ogres lap it up.
They know who they are, and the public ought let them drown in their own odious juices. Unforunately there are always more stones than diamonds so the cheap circus will roll on, belching its unholy fumes as it goes.
Reality television and tabloid newspapers go hand in hand like some sick monstrosity fumbling for an ounce of decency but finding none. They should be ashamed but never will be. In order to feel shame one must have a soul.