We ran out of Lady Gaga pix
Nobody reads Rolling Stone. Seriously.
I read it in high school when I wanted to read reviews of U2’s new album or find out if A Flock of Seagulls was coming close to me on their tour. That was before I matured and my interests became less ridiculous. Even in those days, I never considered RS more than a music rag, even when they tried to be all newsy and serious by reporting on the 1980s health club scene or US involvement in Central America. Even when they were trying that tenuous “serious news publication” tack, they still led with a full size photo of some pop musician.
Still, among the perpetual adolescents of the music industry, there eventually emerges a nagging yen to be…relevant. All the sex, drugs and rock n roll becomes boring after a few years, especially to those who merely report on it rather than indulge, and there comes a moment when these people realize the highlight of their career has been scoring a 45 minute interview with a 25-year-old high school dropout who screams obscenities into a microphone.
That’s gotta hurt.
That’s the only reason I can come up with as to why the children who publish Rolling Stone are taking on climate change. They’re doing it in grand style, too, going so far as to push a scantily clad dimwit off the cover for a stark insult.
John O’Hara over at BigGovernment has an excellent piece in which he outlines the jejune tactics of the left when it comes to debate, which boil down to calling your opponents names and threatening them. As you may notice, RS pulls no punches, insulting the objects of its derision in the space where Eminem’s scowling face would normally be.
Predictably, the substance of the article (cleverly titles, “As the World Burns”…aren’t they so cute?) is little more than finger pointing and name calling and is filled with undocumented, general claims, such as this:
In recent years, we have moved from talking about the possibility of climate change to watching it unfold before our eyes. The Arctic is melting, wildfires are turning into infernos, warm-weather insects are devouring forests, droughts are getting longer and more lethal. And the more we learn about climate change, the more it becomes apparent how enormous the risks are. Just a few years ago, researchers estimated that sea levels would likely rise 17 inches by 2100. Now they believe it could be three feet or more
This is hard-hitting, factual reporting in the eyes of Jann Wenner. Reading such tripe is enough to make one bang his head against a desk to flush out the nonsense just introduced, and there are six more pages at least. As a bonus, the stalwarts of the Rolling Stone editorial board name 19 “Climate Killers”, all big business, conservative types. It would be funny if it wasn’t so sad.
At least nobody will read it.









