The pornography of grief

One of the certainties of the massacre in Norway is that the number of Journalists and media in general will exceed the the dead and injured by some considerable degree. Whenever there is a large loss of life either by the actions of the deranged, as in this case, or natural causes such as earthquakes or the japanese tsunami the media appear, at speed and en masse.
They are there to bring us every last detail to tut tut over whilst shovelling down the morning cornflakes and brushing the croissant crumbs from the lapels before starting our day, where would we be without them. Probably a lot happier, and before you slag me off for being an uncaring cynic I maintain that the victims would be a lot better off without them as well.
They arrive at these 'entertainment' venues and feed off the grief and anguish of the witnesses and survivours like J K Rowlings Dementors.
"You've just seen some of your friends shot in front of you how do you feel about that"
Jerry she's crying, are you getting that. Would she be better into the light to show the tears.

One clip from the tsunami sticks in my mind of a reporter doing a piece to camera, standing in the midst of complete devastation, looking as though he'd just stepped off the catwalk, suit and tie immaculate. They must have carried him into place as there was not even a speck of dust visible on his, obviously expensive, shoes.

Given my background in photography I know full well that I would be able to cover such an event and be worrying about composition, lighting, exposure etc. Had I covered all aspects, any angles on the subject that others may have missed. So does that make me a hypocrite for feeling the level of disgust I do for the whole media circus surrounding these tradgedies? Maybe, I'll let others judge that.
I think what bothers me is the excessive overkill (inappropriate but I can't think of a better description) of so many of the human animals involved in the feeding frenzy and the often crass pointless questions driven by deadlines ( it seems difficult to avoid these unfortunate puns) and the desire to top the opposition network or paper.
There is one point to consider, if I can be allowed to argue against myself for a moment, and that is the eventual cumulative effect on those covering the event.
All of those split second black moments as the cameras mirror flips up to allow the shot to be taken eventually mount up and leave a black stain on the soul. Always assuming said soul hadn't already been traded to the devil in exchange for a Pulitzer prize.