I Was Going to Refuse to Dignify That With a Response, But...

OK, first things first. This entry is exclusively for hardcore music geeks. Feel free to skip it.
Now.
I don't particularly like to go on rants. It makes me an annoying person, and whatever it is that's sent me off on a rant usually ends up making me pessimistic for a few minutes, which is not a good way to be. So I apologize in advance. But sometimes, righteous indignation is just so deserved...
It's so easy to rip Rolling Stone to shreds anyway, miserable piece of slanted, purchased "journalism" that it is. Never an issue sincere, never a positive review unpaid by the label, never an opportunity missed to blame everything that is wrong with the world on anyone that isn't politically off the map to the left. But I would like to direct your attention to a couple of years ago, when Rolling Stone published yet another of their ridiculous "Top x00..." lists, for this one really takes the cake, even more than the infamous Top 500 Albums of All Time, which admittedly started out with flair but quickly descended to ludicrous lows. I'm referring to the Top 100 Guitarists of All Time list. This is a blog, and I have unlimited space (thank you, Google, for purchasing the entire planet and giving it out for free), so I could put the whole list here for your reference, but that would be obnoxious, so just click that link. And then come on back.

Where on earth do I begin, and ultimately, what's the point of pointing out ridiculous oversights, ommissions, and subliminal marketing tie-ins in Rolling Stone? (Yeah, and cars have moving parts, right.) The more of a nerd you are, the more you could probably pick this apart. A lot of you are probably a lot wiser than me, so you'll probably pick up things I won't. But. A few thoughts:
70? After practically inventing finger tapping?
17? Wait. On the list at all? What?
Kurt Cobain over... Well, over 88 other guitarists?
No Alex Lifeson. No Paco de Lucia. No Django Reinhardt? No Chet Atkins?! Andy Summers, Phil Keaggy, Eric Johnson, Joe Satriani, the list goes on...
Greenwood/O'Brien but not Verlaine/Lloyd?

OK, it's absurd that a little list like this would put me in a negative mood, so I'm going to stop. In defense of Rolling Stone (and there's a phrase I never thought I'd say), I wouldn't want the job of putting together this list either. For every improvement I made, I'd add a shortcoming, I'm sure. I just wanted to point out that this magazine is absurd and should never be trusted for anything beyond flammability. Sorry to be all negative. See ya.

Kent