It was never good.
She sat watching the usual news and shook her head. What happened to the good stories? The humanitarian tales? The episodes of kindness? The items that warmed your heart?
Hell, even the "and finally" thing with surfboarding squirrels and the like had long since fallen by the wayside.
She reached down to the floor next to her armchair and grabbed the rifle. The TV exploded thanks to a shot right between the newsreader's eyes.
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