The tone of the site, these days, is set by right-wing closet cases like !Viva Hate! and Theo, who take out their rage on the pop star whose music sadly prevented them from slitting their wrists during high school.
The moderators are lying, unintelligent, smug, selfish, malicious blockheads.
David Tseng is the man without qualities, the man who wasn't there, Patrick Bateman, etc. (Ever notice how he's never described except as being "nice"? It's like a compliment you pay someone you expected to be a drooling halfwit); a Microserf whose entire identity he owes to his unearned place on Morrissey's coattails.
This site is nothing. A lot of middleaged Phish fans who started coming here during the simultaneous explostion of the internet, and the mainstreaming of Morrissey in America via You Are the Quarry, feel wedded to it. As well they should. They certainly aren't wedded to spouses. They're failures in every aspect of life, and the delusions of grandeur they're enjoying during this controversy will prove to have been the peak of their lives.
Morrissey, meanwhile, outpaces in every aspect of his career virtually every comparable musical figure. The biggest star in the world chose his last album as her favorite of its year. His concerts almost invariable sell out, everywhere. He has no trouble getting airplay. He has no trouble getting record contracts--WHEN HE WANTS ONE.
He has no trouble getting laid.
He is a multimillionaire, worshipped in every nation on Earth.
You have ten thousand posts on a web forum.
You fail.