For fifty seven years, there had been a single state-run newspaper in Westcrown. Last year, the government stopped funding newspapers. For a while, there were zero newspapers in Westcrown. Not because they wouldn't have been profitable, but because nobody was clear on what they were supposed to write.
Then the constitutional convention is announced, and they spring up all at once, like desert flowers after a torrential rain. Where the old one was at least theoretically supposed to inform people of what was happening in the world, the new crop is primarily for passionate yelling, with occasional discussion of events in the world only as a setup for more yelling.
The Westcrown Trumpet demands the restoration of public education, immediate debt forgiveness for all debts denominated in old Chelish currency, freedom of religion, and mass execution of every Galtan and Rahadi soldier who took part in the rape and plunder of Corentyn and Ostenso. The People's Voice demands the immediate abolition of all state orphanages, execution of every Asmodean ex-cleric and Infernal Chelish noble and their descendants (with a list of exactly five exemptions), standardized tax rates across all of Cheliax, and accuses the Trumpet's editor of being a diabolist whore who is confused about what country she resides in. The Trumpet responds that the Voice staff are Galtan butchers who wouldn't need to fear justice for their crimes in Ostenso if they went back to Galt and stopped pretending to be Chelish. The Voice clarifies that its editor is opposed to raping diabolist whores; it produces more diabolists.
Both the Voice and the Trumpet agree that the Westcrown Post is a lazy attempt at Taldan propaganda aimed at undermining Chelish power in the inner sea. The Post stubbornly pretends it is the only newspaper in Westcrown.
In fact, these three are merely the only ones whose anonymous editors are diligent enough to stick to a consistent schedule for the past five or six months. Anyone can write a single pamphlet, especially now that the newspapers have bravely proven that there are at least two opinions on some subjects that don't get you killed immediately, at least if you aren't extremely obvious about who you are. All you need is to find a wizard or a cleric to copy it, and wizard unemployment is worse than it's ever been.
Abolish husbands! Burn the forests! Give all land to Erastil! Destroy your old currency! Purge the tieflings! Conquer the elves! The death penalty for blasphemy against Iomedae! Institute a massive wealth tax! Use the secret police to find and kill anyone who prays to Asmodeus!
It's a new day! Now, instead of a single approved set of horrible things, you can write whatever horrible things you want!