Remember that one? He's sooooooo cuuuuuuuute. Isn't he, Jann?
You remember the Scone. It's the magazine that once put Lennon on the cover in a fiery interview that included a slam at Mick Jagger for his "faggot dancing." Now? Now, some covers look more like the mag is aimed solely at gays and a few swooning teenage girls:
A few issues ago, the cover boy was hunky handsome Trudeau, the Prime Minister of Canada. Jann Wenner swooned, "Why can't we have HIM as President?" Because, uh, he's CANADIAN? Nevermind, he's sooooo cuuuuuute. Isn't he, Jann?
Scone's website trumpeted four important articles you should click to read. One was a gushy drag-queenish gawk at Taylor Swift, another was something aimed at kiddie nerds who love "Game Of Thrones" and "Yasss Queens." Then there was the spectacle of two men stripped to their boxer shorts, and a piece of transsexuals. Gosh, Jann....this doesn't seem like ROLLING STONE does it? In every issue, the magazine harks back to point out how important it used to be. One issue had a piece on Hunter Thompson. Could Hunter Thompson write for the magazine NOW? Not unless he had a sex change and called himself Cunter Thompson. Not unless he wrote about "Fear and Loathing at what Taylor Swift wore in her Video."
The Scone got all buttery about the McGregor-Mayweather fight, but not because it was a SPORTS event. Because it was a GAY event.
Here's the lead for the article:
WHAT the FUCK?
First off, props to Roiling Scone for letting go so many veteran writers, and making sure to play the race card and hire people with visibly ethnic names.
Seerat. Nice to know Rolling Stone is fearless in making sure that Isis doesn't blow up their office. As in: "We can't do that, Seerat works there! This magazine is on our side!"
But wait a minute, Seerat is talking about DICK.
IF I'M BEING HONEST, I didn't think a match-up between a young and powerful fighter with little boxing experience, and an old veteran known for defense, had anything to do with DICK SIZE. Call me straight, but when I watched the fight, I didn't ONCE think "Gee, I wonder who has the biggest dick." But SEERAT did. I thought the interest was in a 29 year-old so-called KO artist MMA fighter with no boxing experience vs a 40 year-old guy who hadn't KO'd anyone since 2011, was known for defence, and was retired for nearly two years.
It was really a DICK MEASURING contest? Seerat is either gay, or a hack who has a very boring idea about metaphors.
What was equally disturbing about Seerat's introduction was that it also condoned piracy.
Seerat begins his pointless after-fight ponderings by noting that everybody on the Internet saw the fight. Like that's a GOOD thing.
Roiling Scone, you may recall, once had a column where they featured piracy blogs. Yes, they actually did. They told people all about Tofu Hut and other places where you could download illegally. Scone kept doing it, until the record labels that advertise began to complain. So, Scone IS a bit soft on piracy because "we all like FREE."
Maybe Seerat thinks he'll always have a job at the Scone because the magazine will always exist online, even if piracy is forcing actual magazines to disappear from actual newsstands. No, I have news for you, Seerat, Scone will just be another hapless site like Decider, Newser, Cannibalizer, Paraphraser, Plagiarizer and GNU-Rights Stealer, struggling to get ad banner money.
Because content is easily pirated. Just like the Mcgregor-Mayweather fight.
Does the Scone really think that a mammoth bunch of people are going to go read Seerat's gay analysis of the fight, when they can read 500 other opinionated assholes at Huffington Post and on blogs? Or see a bunch of idiots posturing their video editorials on YouTube?
Maybe Roiling Scone is carving a niche hoping to get more and more gay readers. Talking about DICK SIZE and covering cutie-pie singers with no talent IS the one-direction they are taking.
It's a bit sad and ironic, that a magazine that thrived on Bob Dylan covers, and championing prog rock, now has almost NOTHING to do with that type of music. Maybe there's an article on Tom Petty now and then, or a review of the latest from Dylan, or a picture of McCartney or Ringo giving a thumbs up or a peace sign. But when it comes to promoting a new album from Procol Harum, or mentioning the Strawbs are in the studio, it's a big FUCK and YOU. It's more important what some rapper idiot does, or if Bieber took his shirt off again.
As Seinfeld would say: "Not that there's anything wrong with that." It's just that Rolling Stone was, and should remain, a magazine of REAL music and politics. There are plenty of gay magazines and teen magazines without Rolling Stone turning into something you'd expect Jimmy Savile to edit.
If some of the thousands who read my blog every day (!) think there's something anti-Muslim about this piece, fear not. Like Bill Maher, I don't single out one particular religion that happens to account for almost all the terrorist activity on the planet. And to offer you a polar opposite to be found in the very same Roiling Scone, I am VERY much against the moronic use of Yiddish expressions where they don't belong. Another feature article in the Scone was a silly and gay piece on what various people WORE at the VMA's and what moments were tongue-clucks or not. The opening paragraph included the words KVELL and KVETCH. WHY?
This is Rolling Stone, not Heeb. (That's a real magazine.) PS, Rob Sheffield, one of the GOOD young writers at Rolling Stone, wrote a separate article on the VMA's so this one with the KVETCH and KVELL was just badly written repetition.
Meanwhile, getting back to Seerat, if you want to read a sample of his dubious intellect and worthless opinion, here's a snippet, in which he gleefully discusses why YOU watched the fight. Maybe it's because you're a racist.
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