Every time there’s a tragedy in America, there’s all this gawky fascination and a lot of fucking exploitation. There’s a lot of fucking Nancy Grace, gleefully making fun of a murderer, someone’s kid is dead, or someone’s dad is dead, and they have Nancy Grace going, ‘This isn’t adding up!’ What a nightmare. But whatever, that’s what she does. I don’t think any of us are doing healthy discourse. The way we chew up what’s going on in the world, when there’s a new video of a terrible thing that happened, and it has a Snapple ad in front of it - it’s weird. It used to be, you watched the news and then there’s a commercial break, but now it’s like. 'This beheading is brought to you by Snapple.’ Fucking crazy. I used to read the Huffington Post, and I can’t anymore, because it’s all 'Britney Spears’ ass stuck out of her pants.’ It’s just mean. There’s so much meanness slung on people, people that are victims. Everybody gets made fun of, the way they look, and we all just fucking yap and speculate with quote-unquote outrage, tragic sadness.
— Louis C.K. in Rollingstone