From Del Stone's "For me to have a good day....somebody must die.

" I work for a newspaper website and our visitors want death. Scandal, tragedy or perversion will do in a pinch but death is always the killer app for a multimedia information salesman."

The tone of Mr. Stone's mea culpa was obvious from the onset, and eventually  he set it to words. "Depressing, but it's my job."

Not having squirmed in Mr. Stone's moccassins, I'm not about to indict his sincerity here,  but I am a little confused I guess you might say.

Starting with his lead, " For me to have a good day...somebody must die".

It's a great attention grabber, perfect for a forum like this. I'll admit.  But that's just the problem:  Mr. Stone's first instinct was to capture his audience with the very same sensationally tainted techniques he goes on to lament being such a constrictive, and regrettable force in his profession.

He was under no obligation  to use such[objectionable] devices here.  (A mere hint of a troll sighting or American Idol dish would suffice to bait up a rspectable audience.)

He goes on.

 He  describes the anguish of his  daily moral dilemas eloquently,   but doesn't pass the chance to elaborate the particulars with several gruesomely picturesque examples of the human despair he's forced to recount for his blood thirty audience. 

Again,  we got it at hello.   As a professional writer Mr. Stone, other than entertainment value, was there a reason you included  over a half-dozen visually detailed examples of henious acts  you find it so regrettable to be forced to write about? 

I get the impression that, in the end,  he feels that some ethical, journalistic obgligation is being fufilled by his detailing and publishing every senseless murder or inhuman act committed - to be used as titillation  for the general public and eventually, to sale copy inches.

But I do not believe any such obligation exists.   Because for the most part,  these things are simply not news.  Put your mind to rest Stone. They have no news value. 

Other than people directly involved,  99.9% of these tragedies that keep Mr. Stone so distraught, are of no real conseqence to anyone.  Tragic as they may be.  There practical consequence lies solely with those who make money from them.

He finishes with the peculiar notion that,"....I perform a valuable service to mankind.", 

I would suggest to Mr. Stone, that not only is the above notion highly suspect,  you  seem to be doubting that value yourself.