The News is Fucked

Nearly every single night of the week I watch the news except maybe Fridays or on the Weekend. Recently; as in the past six weeks or so, the news is making feel increasingly anxious. Every night we're told of how many people have lost their jobs and how many more are to be expected. A local business seems to vanish after decades of prosperity.
The one night this week that I skipped the news I seemed to feel better crawling into bed, about life and the future, without images of closing factories in my head. And they interview these poor people as if they'd just been voted off some Island in the non-reality of television.
What has the news become over that past eight years besides some cavern of fear mongering and panic-stricken blowhards. No wonder psychological terms are being coined by the minute.
Eleven O'clock news-idis, probably the next.