Brian May Wonders Why BBC Sucks Cox

He may be part of one of the most overrated, pretentious rock bands the world's ever seen, but BRIAN MAY is showing himself to be a good bloke.

In other words, he cares more about the real world, a lot more than his buck-toothed fashion-queer dead vocalist pal Freddie ever did.

(Speaking of sensitive queers, doesn't it seem like George Michael spends most of his time in smelly men's rooms, and is not the least bit concerned about ANY social issues, even gay rights?)

Brian has the time to complain about Tory bastards in politics, too. And cruelty to animals. He's not some useless fool like George Michael or Boy George. No wonder he's smacked the BBC for being bloody-minded and budget-minded about Mr. Moore while drooling on Cox.

Sad to see such craven and stupid behavior from the Venerable Beeb. [This pun on the monicker of an English monk from Saint Peter at Monkwearmouth shows just how intelligent and Catholic-in-tastes this underpaid and undervalued blogger is.]

But I digress.

Sad but true, the Beeb, like America's idiot PBS, will happily embrace somebody perceived as "cool" who can bring in fresh money and younger viewers. Oh, it's ok, maybe, to allow creaky old Attenborough to keep foraging around, as long as he can include older footage from his archives and save a quid here and there. But generally the idea is to favor somebody fascinatingly trendy, amusingly hipster-eccentric, or simply as young and arrogant as the Hedge Fund assholes who MIGHT give a tax-deductible donation to the station.

IF I'M BEING HONEST, no matter what the field, older people are not wanted. These days, PBS would never think of doing a cooking show with dowdy Julia Child, or portly gentleman James Beard, or even the funny-accented Jacques Pepin. Nope, all were hired back in an era when professionalism and intelligence trumped hipster-speak and trendy clothes. Today's cooking show heroes are all loud-mouthed and stupid. If they don't outright curse, they shout "BAM!" (Emeril the gassy Lagasse) and make it into a catch-phrase tasteless morons can take to the store (where they'll buy his brand of tomato sauce).

Wildlife experts? Today, the guys who show up on late night TV for the "zany animal segment" popularized by Carson (who used zoo experts Jim Fowler and Joan Embree) know nothing about animals. They drag some critter out and shout, "Dig this, it's so COOL." Then they throw it on the desk for Jimmy (Fallon or Kimmel) to cringe at for a minute. Then on to the next animal. NO information about the animal at all, except, maybe, "that one's endangered. Too bad. Now wait'll you see this next little dude I got...")

I haven't seen Cox but I'll assume Brian's dis-May is genuine and deserved. The only surprise is that Cox is white. But give the BBC another year or two, and they'll only be hiring blacks of the Lenny Henry variety, fat women (the world needs more of the Dawn French and Adele plus-sized bint) and members of that fine, fine religion of Islam. One can't have enough of swarthy-looking Hindus too, the kind that might badger Michael Jackson or Robert Downey Jr.

At one time, the eccentric Brit was a treasure, whether it was Margaret Rutherford or Spike Milligan. Or Moore, the "Sky" guy. You could grow old along with your TV audience and be as welcomed as Dame Edna at a beauty parlor.

Now a few gray hairs means you'd better check your retirement account and make sure you have enough when you're axed. (Brian May's dyed hair, duly noted.)