There is a little bit of decent political reporting, but the Mail's opinion columnists are mostly absolutely dreadful, self indulgent right wing Home Counties b*tchy divas who constantly harp on about "the middle classes" i.e. people earning over £100,000 a year like themselves.
Just look at Amanda Platell, Liz Jones, Petronella Wyatt, Allison Pearson, etc. They even recycle the same jokes among themselves.
Once a year the Mail will send one of these people to a shop that normal people go to (e.g. Poundland or Aldi) so that they can write a "humorous" article about it. Also not to be missed is the annual Glastonbury article where either Liz or Petronella recoils in horror at a tiny bit of mud.
It's car crash stuff really to be honest - quite horrific but you have to look.
And I haven't even mentioned Richard Littlejohn, who moans on about "Broken Britain" from the comfort of his Florida mansion, and shows how in tune he is with modern British culture by constantly making references to (and quoting lines from) such recently made TV programmes as Dixon of Dock Green, The Sweeney, Dads Army and On The Buses.
The Mail's writers pretend to be "the voice of the people" but they clearly live in a completely different Britain from the one I've lived in for the last 30 odd years.
Oh, I forgot to mention, every so often they will commission an article about ghosts, UFOs, Raelians or Scientologists from someone like Colin Wilson (who writes the "Britain's Scariest Ghosts", "Britain's Greatest UFO Mysteries", "Britain's Most Evil Serial Killers" and similar books you often see in pound shops). They were running so many articles about Raelians at one point that Private Eye nicknamed them the "Daily Rael".
And one final thing. Pick up a copy of the Daily Mail from 30 years ago (your local city library should have them). Some of the writers are different and it's in black and white not colour, but other than that it's EXACTLY the same as it is now. They go on about New Labour causing "Broken Britain" now, but they were banging on about exactly the same sort of stuff when Maggie T was in Number 10.