"StarNow," a British talent agency, has a job posting for someone who can "write a few lines about how computer games turned you to crime" for a "national newspaper." The newspaper will pay "hundreds of pounds to the right person" who will help manufacturer a tabloid exposé about a manufactured crisis.
Someone should write up a salacious whopper and then let us know which newspaper is actually paying for these sorts of hyperbolic, spiteful hit pieces about videogames, the latest medium destroying our children.
(My grandfather bought his farm, Jitterbug Acres, with money paid to him for his story, "Hopped Up on the Lindy Hop!" a.k.a. "It Was the Jazz That Made Me Fuck That Goat.")