People are offended because the terrorist looks like a rock star, and Rolling Stone had the guts to show us that.
They show us our fear — not of him — that would be irrational because he can’t harm anyone. Rather they show us our fear of ourselves. The realization that we equate youthful and sexy appearance with benevolence. Our value system fails. The input does not equal the output. Does not compute.
On one side of the equation is the dream, the sexy rock star idol, and on the other side is the cold-blooded murderer of innocents. Instead of looking at it, and learning what it can teach us about ourselves, that our cherished images are lies, many want to suppress it. Shame. Here’s an opportunity to bust some myths.
Rolling Stone, perhaps inadvertently, has admitted that they are a lie. Next time they put a rock star on the cover, you’ll have to wonder what evil lurks behind the pretty face. Maybe this is what you all don’t want to look at.