Telling a Story......Carrion beast or Journalist?

In the presence of war, famine, celebrations, disasters, and acts of God we now see a new breed of people. People who seek to tell what they see, people who seek to share the story of their experiences. It is with great pain that I have come to realize that these people are consequently products of these stories, they have become carrion, feeding off happy times and disasters alike.

On the one hand they represent the conscience of society, on the other they are just vultures who very much depend on the occurrence of the rotting depraved acts of man to further a career of story telling. 

To accuse them would be futile for all they do is tell as they see, but then there should be a limit to ones ability to resist the temptation to stretch forth a helping hand to a dying human rather than just run and tell as they see. 

Telling a story about a dying girl to prevent the future death of ten other girls is good but saving the first dying girl should be priority it should be the noble thing to do and her death should not just be used as material for a heart wrenching career boosting story.

As the years have gone by the heart of man indeed has become as stone.