Rolling Stone, the increasingly terrible music magazine whose few pages of political coverage are now far more rock and roll than all of its rock and roll coverage, just released its What's So Funny? comedy issue, and it's already being crapped on, allegedly by an insider.

An anonymous person who claims to be one of the comedians highlighted in What's So Funny? sent a typed letter – complete with lots of spelling and grammatical issues – to the editors of RS admonishing them for their decision to cover bullshit, "gutless," "corporate" comedy acts. Judging by how many times Britney Spears has been on the cover of RS in the past decade, you'd think this "comedian" would have known by now that bullshit acts are kinda Rolling Stone's thing anymore. But no.

Oddly, for something that was supposedly written by a person whose job is to be witty, the letter sure is witless.

Dear Editors,

I am one of the comedian featured in this year’s Comedy Issue. I won’t say which one, for reasons that will soon become apparent.

The issue made me sick. The majority of the people in it are, for the most part, the worst sort of comedy whores, and you, as a magazine, are a pimp. I don’t know a more polite or politic way to put it. They soulleslly perform what should be sacred rituals in return for sums of money. Whores.

Here is what comedy should do, what it needs to do: challenge assumptions about the society, about the planet, about the species, symbolically threaten those in power so that they always remember the powerless, refocus attention on human weakness as a way of restoring human strength. Great comedy is political by its very nature. These people are corporate. They work for NBC or CBS or HBO and so, it seems, do you. I don’t want to take a shot at anyone in particular, because the problem isn’t in the particulars. It’s in the general idea: a gutless world with gutless media chronically it gutlessly.

As I say, this isn’t sour grapes. I was in the issue. But it hurts me at my heart to see a bunch of effing stupid clowns carrying the torch for American comedy, which has the potential to be (and has been) one of the most powerful cultural, psychological, and (even) artistic forces on the planet. Albert Brooks (I’m not him — that should be a clue) says that the Internet is cripplign comedy because it doesn’t give performers time to develop their acts. I spread the blame to you, to them, to networks, to suits, to boardrooms, to peacocks, to pinheads. Comedy used to rock and roll, at least. It was about getting into everyone’s face, not showing your own.

Shame on you. I hope you rot. I mean that with all the love in the world. I doubt you’ll have the guts to print this. Remember? Gutless.

Sincerely,

Me

So, who's the angry funnyman? Nobody knows. Several Rolling Stone blog commenters seem to think it's "indie" comic David Cross. But Cross' past scathing letters have been much funnier and more coherent than what we're dealing with up above. Our guess is Joe Rogan, whose long history of berating those with whom he disagrees is just a Google search away.