There are many coincidences, it seems.
Just the other day I was reading a book,
Miguel Street by Nobel prize winner V.S. Naipaul. There's a chapter in it about an old barber called Mr Bolo. This Mr Bolo was once an avid newspapers reader: he used to buy at least three different newspapers and sometimes more than a copy of each one
Well, for many reasons over the years Mr Bolo grows so tired and disappointed with newspapers and their editors that his motto becomes "You mustn't believe anything you read in the papers"; he ends exaggerating the wise teachings contained in his own motto to the point he doesn't even trust the papers when they announce WWII is over, and it is over. At the end of the chapter, when he's even retired from barbering because he's become a very disillusioned and bitter man, he doesn't believe he's the winner of a local sweeptstake he's been partecipating for years without success. All because of the fact the number of his winning ticket is being published in the papers.
What I wanted to say with this is: don't trust everything the media tell you, use your head. But don't become completely blind to everything either. Keep a good balance between the two.