They flip flop.
Same person:
"A lot of the time it boils down to envy, and I’m as guilty of that as anybody else. Morrissey got to do things many millions of us dreamt of — mythologise our adolescence, inspire the adoration of perfect strangers in distant lands, say what we actually think — and it happened almost by accident. He can’t be accused of pandering, trend-chasing or compromising. He has the toxic combination of arrogance and self-pity that has fatally holed so many in a similar position, but he also possesses the humour and talent to leaven it. His lyrics are witty and smart, with an eye for life as it’s lived rather than the upbeat escapism and puppyish approval-seeking of most pop music. He keeps doing the same bloody thing and it keeps working, sailing over the heads and the power of critics. He has a ghastly habit of rising from the grave.
All this had to happen to somebody. But it’s a constant, maddening reminder that it didn’t happen to us."
Immigration, wet markets, the plight of the working class: he's always ahead of the curve
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(After the tweet).
Thanks for peeling back another layer closer to this miserable troll's core.
While reading the excerpt you shared, I thought, "What a sad way to view your favorite artist or actor, or athlete, or writer" or whatever the case may be. I don't know about you (and if I'm the only moron here, mea culpa), but is anyone here actually
jealous of Morrissey's career success? I audibly cackled when I read that part -- it's the most cockamamie thing I've ever seen in print and I trugded through
List of the Lost! Imagine being so miserable with yourself that you can't enjoy a musician's work without being jealous of all the sweet, sweet backstage pussy and coke they get.
All that said, my diagnosis is that this is a rare mental deficiency with our chubby scribe Graham and no one else. Methinks he's extremely insecure and he knows he's a sub-par hack with crippling imposter syndrome. If he's a journalist, he's a journalist with a sinister agenda and that's no journalist to me.
Unfortunately, a portion of the blame goes to El Hefe who says one thing and does another, which serves as fodder to our corpulent author to gobble up, only to shit out nonsense like this scatterbrain "tRuMp lOveS MoRiSsEy!" article. I don't think El Hefe is a
racist racist, but he is a Little Englander -- racist-lite, if you will -- like Archie Bunker. But when he not-so-subtly aligned himself with a white nationalist group labeled "Nazis and racists" because of their flimsy animal rights stance, his days were numbered. A bridge too far, as they say.
But I'm still putting the majority of the blame on Graham who is so jealous of his hero, he writes race bait articles about him in an effort to --
get even?
Imagine being sad, chubby Graham; he's eaten so much, it no longer gives him pleasure -- the novelty has worn off. So he still eats himself to a slow death every day, but now, as a chaser, the only thing that gets his tiny inverted dick semi-hard is to vomit out poorly written propaganda against his imaginary nemesis.
Scores to settle, indeed.
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