Morrissey can fuck right off, same as he always could
It seems like responding to satires on social media like this may not be the best way to improve ones image.
Racist Bigot was not on my Morrissey bingo card, but I’ll make room for it on the next.
… makes you wonder who the real hurtful, racist group is here…
Because the real victims of racism are old, bloated English bigots.
Concise and to the point, well done.
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This. Many people would wear it as a badge of honor being lampooned by the Simpsons.
I am so glad i was never a Smiths - Morrissey fan. If i was I’d have to be like, “No no - Morrissey died in 1995 in a bus accident in the desert. I don’t know who this other person you are referring to is.”
Is anyone else here immediately reminded of one reader’s response, after SPIN put Morrissey on the cover back in 1988?
Never saw that before, almost shot coffee out’a my nose, and thank you.
I only saw Morrissey live once, at a festival while I was waiting for another band to come on after him
He came on 10 minutes late, berated the crowd for not being appreciative enough, and flounced off 20 minutes early
Warlock Pinchers was right.
Still like the Smiths even if Morrissey is a total knob. But I did like what Colbert did to him years ago. He’s (Morrissey, not Colbert) an ass the whole way through but the bit about Johnny Marr is great (start around 2:40).
Edit - first paren.
I repeat my comment made here earlier today:
I also linked to this.
And look who’s on the cover of the issue including that response!
Good heavens, it took me all day until you pointed it out to figure out that connection… Not sure if/how M. Groening is still involved with Simpsons but, wow, a 33-year-long owning…
Morrissey has been showing us who he is for several decades now. Believe him.
Today I actually appreciate Morrissey for showing me that 2016 - 2020 didn’t totally kill off irony. Tomorrow I’ll forget again that he even exists.
I like the last few paragraphs
As it happened, the break came easily. The last few weeks I’ve been smashing the plastic cases of my CDs, and filing them in folders, to save my children a tedious purge of obsolete physical media when I die.
Oddly, when I got to S (I file Morrissey’s solo stuff alongside the Smiths) I found myself putting Morrissey’s entire works, without really giving it any thought, into the box I was taking to the charity shop. I kept the vinyl of the Smiths’ debut, and the Hatful of Hollow compilation, totemic physical objects that link me to a certain mindscape, but the rest just suddenly seemed irrelevant.
There was no great fanfare. I didn’t ceremonially smash Morrissey’s works or burn them in the street like entartete kunst . It all happened with a whimper, not with a bang, and with sadness for the sorry state of things, not erectile pride in my own virtuousness. Suddenly, I just didn’t want Morrissey in my home any more. And I couldn’t imagine any circumstances under which I would ever listen to him again.
It feels very fitting. Arseholes like Morrissey want us to get angry at them, it feeds their belief that they are speaking the truth and getting cancelled for it. Telling them “It’s OK uncle Morrissey, the nurses at the old racists home will look after you now” strips them of any power.
I have some old Smiths CDs somewhere, but the effort of finding them just isn’t worth it. It would be like digging though some boxes to find an old AOL disc from the mid 90s.