The San Diego Metropolitan Magazine

is dead.

Replace with

It's All Good!

with a sub-head that says

Hard hitting journalists can't take a punch

The music has stopped and not every player gets a chair. A new publisher is in the wings and may play a different tune with the magazine. I have yet to be officially notified as to whether or not I have a chair.

Yes, the longer, spicy, highly opinionated entry has been killed. What I thought may ruffle a few feathers and give a small audience some insight into a troubled market was more like a chicken farm through a wood chipper.

Massive feather ruffling with a river of blood.