What a wonderful synopsis!
Thank you so much. This is a neat summation of the dreadful pre-cursor to his current cognitive apocalypse. I don't recall those interviews. I'm not really that much of a 'fan' but I can grasp it all with my super-sleuth search-engine mad skillz. That's one of the reasons GCHQ recruited me as a spy. Sort of online James Bond...
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Thanks BrummieBoy, although I see one of the mozbots gave me a 'troll' rating for my effort. If they're not careful I'll get my evil twin to write another 2000 word critical essay about Morrissey and really make the cult break out in a sweat and come out in force again on another thumbing down and 'troll' assigning spree.
It's unsurprising that Morrissey thinks the way he does; here's a man who never started a family or found any deeper meaning to life outside of money and C-list celebrity. An entirely self-serving existence, he's not used to showing empathy towards anyone other than to himself. But his years spent alone will never be returned, and I believe the realisation that his life is empty beyond his superficial pursuits is beginning to gnaw at him, so he's lashing out to an unprecedented degree.
You made a pertinent point, one of many, in your LiHS review about his flirtation with Judaism and how he conflates it with Zionism; personally I can see him converting over the next few years, retiring, and settling down in Tel Aviv by his mid-60s. Partly in search for some kind of inner or spiritual peace, partly to spite the international community as he "can't understand" the condemnation Israel receives, nor the BDS boycott (although presumably he understands his own Canada boycott).
He'd have a lot to learn though during his conversion process, in 'Israel' he sings that 'if you're happy Jesus sends you straight to hell', but Jesus isn't a prophet in Judaism, so why mention him at all in a song about Israel? He wouldn't have known that about Jesus of course, because it's not like he does any research before - or after - writing his politically charged lyrics.
Another error on par with the Royal Family apparently saluting Oliver Cromwell -- a man who fought against King Charles in the Civil War, with Cromwell's side winning and Charles being killed, after which he appointed himself Lord Protector of England, Scotland, and Ireland and ruled over them for around a decade, then died and his dug up body was hung drawn and quartered, with his death bringing about Charles II coming out of hiding in France and being restored to the throne. Why would the Queen salute any of that?
It's not like the interregnum period brought a regime change from which she descends and would make her thankful to Cromwell for setting it all in motion. She even named one of her sons 'Charles', not 'Oliver'. I'm going off topic a bit but I don't think I've ever seen anyone attempt to explain what his thinking was when he wrote that lyric. Now he pulls another howler out of the bag with Jesus sending happy Jews to hell. (Edit: or is he attempting to compliment Jews by insulting Christians? Either way it's a stupid lyric.) Whatever the reading, one can only naturally conclude that Morrissey is an imbecile.
Born to Harangue slips into a trance and begins writing out all his deepest desires, unbeknownst to himself
My dream is for all anti-Morrissey activists and debunkers to get an ethnostate of their own. That would be my Zion. One of our national holidays would be May 22nd when we exchange gifts and burn effigies of Morrissey while all the children hold hands and dance around the flames.
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Although at the rate things have been going our state might need to be a place the size of Russia to fit us all in, plus there are numerous others who are converting every day, so perhaps it's not feasible. But a man can dream.
Born to Harangue wakes up.
I don't know what happened there. I think my evil twin might have commandeered my person again for a moment in an attempt to get me in trouble.
I'm actually not sure if he's a separate person or if he lives inside me. Or do I live inside of him? My existence is ambiguous. Anyway, that's neither here nor there.
But now, at any rate, while I'm here and in case either you or I don't reappear over the next few weeks, I would like to get in there early and send you and your whole family the warmest greetings for the holidays ahead. The same for Benny the British Butcher and his young family too if he's reading this.
I wonder how Morrissey will spend his Christmas Day? Sitting around a 5* hotel room with Diesel with the curtains drawn or will Jesse Tobias or Gustav Manzur invite him to come and eat with their families (but probably not because then the turkeys they're planning to serve will have to go to waste.)
Very much enjoyed your Morrissey debunking work this season. I wish it could be Morrissey debunking day every day. Oh wait, it is. LOL!
Kindest regards,
Born to Harangue