I do not understand why Dorian Lynskey from The Guardian unrolls a black carpet by reporting all the statements of Mr. Morrissey one more time (I hate to call people whom I like only by their name)… whereas he has said nothing these days (he is obviously in “catatonic mode”… one can understand)… So… I will not try to hold forth of the long hours about the motivations of Lynskey (I like to call an idiot person only by his name).
It is nevertheless odd. Finally, nobody knows exactly what Mr. Morrissey thinks. Ah no no no, he has never discussed, he has never developed one point of view, he made only disagreeable and amoral statements for the society (in which state of mind, nobody knows : impulsiveness, real dislike? But these conditions are even reproached), he has never really said all what their words recovered. Ah no no no, do not tell me that all those who followed closely his career during X years really know him very well. Already that one never knows really his close relations! Apparently, Mr. Morrissey crossed the red line for everyone in this healthy place named Rome. The devil prowled in the city that day but a guardian angel took care. Finally the driver could have killed somebody (that has been said and this is the only moral to do of the history); the policeman could have killed somebody with a stray bullet (that was not known as, since it appears that he never pulled gun on him according to the trade union… which was not on the spot to assert or preempt the statement of their colleague…)
So, go hop! General inspection of the personality of Mr. Morrissey via this last article online and everyone puts at it taking heart! And paf! Take this, take that! Those which see him as the devil give him blows; those which see him as the Lord give him blows (and yes… through being taken for the Lord himself, it’s normal that people want to break his mouth (more exactly “casser la gueule”), they have so much claims to make!). Let us recapitulate: Mr. Morrissey is “bad”, “alienated”, “anguished”, “defective”, “insecurized”, “embarrassing”,… Oh drat! I stop with the first comments. In this bullfight, the animal is already on the ground. Apparently, into the life, all is retrievable except death… and Mr. Morrissey! Under all angles, finally he is judged and scorned.
Go go, no morality from me. Instead of morality which could be heard like a blahblahblah… blahblah… blah… bl… b…, a song of Hubert Félix Thiéfaine :
“While my enemies amnesty their conscience,
That my former friends make fall their sentence,
The ice-cold citizens tremble in their brain
When the lucid tramps turn over to their dustbin…
I go away this evening, peaceful and quiet
On the arm of the first virgin beauty fallen from the Skies.
Yes, I go away this evening.“
Finally, yes! A small morality for all these right-thinking people who wrote their comments.
Without to have made an irrevocable act, everyone will leave, anyway, peaceful and quiet with what he believes being right and not right, with its stupidities caught up, or not, its regrets and its remorses, even if during this time, “the others continue to cut themselves up in the joy and to manipulate themselves in hatred” (still HFT). In waiting, do not disturb my hell called “Earth” with norms of behaviour which bring, purportedly, to the well-being of the common conscience and to the idyllic paradise, whereas each one made, at least once, an objectionable action or behaviour known of only one minority because one is not famous.