Why It's Time To Ditch Your Morrissey-Loving Friend - The Quietus

I call on all muslims to end the jewish and christian terror, we can unite as one and fight them all.

Far right islam makes sense, allah akbar. Free Palestine free the lebanese death to America.
It's amazing. I have a very beautiful partner and two cats. It's fantastic. I've been very blessed when it comes to women, luckily, very much unlike yourself.

Also, the StalinsPipe name is trigger to draw out lunatic tankies and the far right nutters, much like yourself, you daft c***!

Tee hee.

i’m sure your mum is lovely but that’s not really a partner is it? you can probably pop out and get a job now. heyyyyy you could work in a rape crisis center or with immigrants or the prison service and pay tax like a grown up
i’m sure your mum is lovely but that’s not really a partner is it? you can probably pop out and get a job now. heyyyyy you could work in a rape crisis center or with immigrants or the prison service and pay tax like a grown up

Bless you.
This "anti-establishment" mantle is a very funny morsel of cognitive dissonance when it comes to certain people's perception of Morrissey. He is both part of the establishment and desperately wants to ingratiate himself into it even moreso. He's a 60-year old man still obsessed with chart placement, with headlining slots at major festivals (the real and very transparent reason for the Stormzy bullshit), with appearing on late-night television. He adores the mainstream.
Morrissey is a rebel within the establishment. Whistleblowing. Speaking out. Breaking the tacit rules. Usually when one reaches an exalted status of fame, they shut up about the real matters of everyday life and the world.

Morrissey has done the opposite.

From the moment I first saw and heard him he has never failed to impress me. He constantly keeps giving - and winning my admiration.
Working is shit and I'd much rather see a society in which we didn't have to work. I agree it enslaves people to a system which becomes harder and harder to liberate yourself from the longer you are in it. But does it make people stupid? Not at all.

Why should people who work not be able to vote? I'm guessing you don't work then?

For the record, Morrissey does work - his music career is an actual job that he has invest time and effort into in order to succeed, just like every other job. It's certainly a lot less conventional work, but it's still work through which you earn money and you still have to pay your taxes.
Socialists think that with socialism we'd be able to lounge around all day smoking weed, but in reality we'd all have to work even harder. We'd all have to make the shit that is now conveniently produced by slaves in China. Very few people would be able to handle a truly frugal lifestyle where you're back working the land. Most people want all the trash and commodities and bullshit of capitalism.
When is that No-Deal Brexit going to kick in? I'm going to laugh my tits off.

Is Quietus urging people to ostracize Michael Jackson fans? Aren't Michael Jackson fans more likely to rape small children? How about Kanye West? Kanye West recently demanded the return of slavery, calling black slaves "lazy whores who deserved it." Is Quietus demanding Kanye West fans be fired from their current job? I don't think white supremacists like Kanye fans deserve to support themselves. Homelessness might treat those white supremacists a lesson.
Not only should people stop speaking to their friends who follow a religion, but all religion should be made illegal.

Fire your employees who go to church. If you do not, then you obviously endorse the Holocaust. (the Holocaust was caused by religion, so anyone who defends religion is defending the Holocaust and likely jacks off to death camp photos)
Socialists think that with socialism we'd be able to lounge around all day smoking weed, but in reality we'd all have to work even harder. We'd all have to make the shit that is now conveniently produced by slaves in China. Very few people would be able to handle a truly frugal lifestyle where you're back working the land. Most people want all the trash and commodities and bullshit of capitalism.

So are you therefore inferring that Hitler and the Nazis upon coming to power in January 1933 didn't:
- Lock up prominent socialists and communists
- Ban left wing organisations and unions
- "Aryanised" Jewish business and clubs
- Start locking up who they considered social ills and undesirables

And are you therefore arguing that the Third Reich didn't:
- Encourage pogroms against Jews which resulted in Kristallnacht in 1938.
- Lock up millions of Jews in concentration camps.
- Murder nearly six million Jews in death camps, death marches, death by disease, death by starvation and execution by firing squad.
- Murder homosexuals, gypsies, Poles, Slavs and other peoples it deemed subhuman

Because that's certainly what you inferred. Seriously, if you think Hitler was left wing, you are one of the dumbest c***s in existence, like Morrissey, and you deserve nothing but contempt and derision. If you're doing it because you yourself a right-wing racist, who fears being associated with historical acts carried out by right wing racists, then you're a contemptuous, cynical c***.
Soon it will be roughly ten of you on here doing mental acrobatics that would make a Jewish Skinhead look sane by comparison. And Skinny, of course. It would be funny if David pulled the plug. Whatever would you do for a hobby?
Ten of us is just fine if we can survive the plague of wokeness. Happy days!
Ten of us is just fine if we can survive the plague of wokeness. Happy days!
Funny choice of words "Happy Days" since so many late middle aged gentlemen who were too young to actually remember the 1950s are clamoring for them to come back- albeit in a fit of completely poisoned nostalgia that disregards how miserable they actually were.

Woh... This is unbelievable. How is it David Stubbs's business to come between people and their friends? If anything is poisonous, this is.
David Stubbs' alter ego back in the day was Mr Agreeable.
Here's his (quite amusing actually) take on Low in High School.

Waking up to my usual breakfast of parboiled kippers, grapefruit juice, quinoa cakes and a rusty petrol can of the stored piss of an alcoholic tramp who died in 1972, I take up my headphones to listen to an advance copy of the latest Morrissey album, Low In High School, which has been hailed as a “landmark record”. Said Morrissey last year of the music industry in which he works, “It is severely controlled and monitored to make sure that any singer with a political message cannot get through.” To counter this, he has peppered his latest offering (produced by Joe Chiccarelli who previously worked with The White Stripes) with certain politically charged remarks of his own, particularly concerning the hard-done-by state of Israel, coupled with remarks about how very lonely he is.

F*** me with a f***ing gladioli stalk, “landmark record”? Skidmark record, more f***ing like! In a f***ing career with pillar after forgotten f***ing pillar of desiccated, fey, morose f***ing moosewank, this one takes the f***ing prize wank biscuit! Actually, the f***ing music industry is controlled and monitored by managers, executives and producers to make sure that any conceited, grossly overrated singer who thinks he's got something f***ing important and political to say doesn't make a complete tit of himself by going ahead and f***ing saying it! They’re f***ing looking out for you, but once again you've managed to slip through the bellend net, talking bollocks, arse and shite in equal f***ing measure!

To say this is a f***ing dog's arse of an album is a f***ing insult to dogs’ arses! Put it this way, if you were to take a small needle and rotate it for 40 odd minutes at 33 1/3 rpm around the interior of a dog’s arse, the pained howls that would result would be infinitely preferable to the the f***ing bleating bill of fare on offer here, the unedited f***ing musings of a superannuated, superfatted, greying teenager who went up to his bedroom to sulk in f***ing 1978 and has mentally never f***ing come back downstairs!

Where do we begin? I'd like to f***ing begin three seconds before the f***ing end, the sooner I could haul the thing off the machine and clay pigeon shoot the f*** out of the thing! But we have to begin at the f***ing beginning, I suppose. ‘My Love I’d Do Anything For You.’ “Teach your kids to despise and recognise the propaganda - filtered down by the mainstream media… hey, hey, hey…” warbles the gusset-faced twat!

‘I Wish You Lonely’. A recurring theme on the album – turns out that unaccountably, no f***er can be persuaded to spend any much time in Morrissey's company. Ooh, he says, walk a mile in my f***ing moccasins of misery and you’ll know what it’s all about. Did it f***ing occur to you to title the track ‘Could It Be Because I’m A C***’? Because you’d be f***ing onto something there! Mind you, how he can complain about being f***ing lonely on this album when he's surrounded by about 250 session musicians parping and strumming away like they're fantasising that they're playing on f***ing Sergeant Pepper, I don't f***ing know!

‘Jacky's Only Happy When She's Up On The Stage’. Well, as is the case with every f***ing Morrissey song, there's no f***ing need to read beyond the title, sparing you minutes of exposure to his lachrymose f***ing foghorn vocals! Here’s a song about Jacky. Who’s only happy when she’s up on the stage. Meanwhile, the rest of us are only f***ing miserable when Morrissey’s up on the f***ing stage!

‘Home Is A Question Mark’. Pity poor f***ing Morrissey, he’s made so much f***ing money swindling adolescents by making them believe there’s something rare and f***ing precious about their f***ing acne-stricken emotions, he’s got homes all over the f***ing shop and can’t decide which one is the real one. F*** off to F***chester, you shirtbursting waste of f***ing hair gel!

‘Spent The Day In Bed’. Well, you did us all a temporary f***ing favour there, didn’t you? “I recommend that you stop watching the news / Because the news contrives to frighten you / To make you feel small and alone / To make you feel that your mind isn't your own.” Jesus, the c***’s got about as much sense of f***ing lyrical rhythm and meter as a f***ing goat with a coal scuttle tied to its f***ing hind leg, hasn’t he? Kids. I highly f***ing recommend that you watch the f***ing news. Because the news contrives to tell you what the f*** is going on and if you don’t know what the f*** is going on, you’ll turn into a festering, know-nothing f***wit like f***ing Morrissey!

‘I Bury The Living’. In which Steven Patrick Morrissey, aged seven and three quarters, explains, using a box of toy soldiers, why war is horrible and there wouldn't be any if people simply didn’t fight them. Double f*** off with extra fudge, you vacuous f***ing arsecock!

‘In Your Lap’. In which, once again, Morrissey vacillates between his vacuous f***ing fantasies about dictators burning and canvassing for f***ing volunteers to splay themselves as he buries his faceful of f***ing eyebrows and wrinkles in their f***ing crotch. It’s f***ing tumbleweed time!

‘The Girl From Tel-Aviv Who Wouldn’t Kneel’. Lots of f***ing zingers in this tiramisu of f***ing toss. “The American way… is to show lots of teeth and talk loudly.” Ooh, yes, Morrissey, for the love of Ada, them Yankees, with their loud shirts and swing music and chewing gum and one of them put my Auntie Betty in the family way during the war… Stop f***ing deriving your f***ing ideas about foreigners from a f***ing 1950s cartoon strip, you addled old c***!

‘All The Young People Must Fall In Love’ is barely any better. “Presidents come, Presidents go and nobody remembers their name two minutes after they go.” Yeah, that's f***ing right, Mozzer. Who but a professor in American Constitutional Studies these days remembers the name Barack Obama? Or Ronald Reagan? Or George Bush? Remind me never to f***ing double up with you on Pointless, you f***ing thicko!

‘When You Open Your Legs’. Jesus f***ing HP Lovecraft – Morrissey and sex, doesn't even bear f***ing thinking about, let alone listening to. A f***ing mental image of your granddad wanking would be f***ing preferable!

‘Who Will Protect Us From The Police?’ starts with a f***ing cop car siren. Subtle touch there – unless it’s the actual police, turned up to arrest the f***er for recording an album without due care and attention!

‘Israel’. See, you know how all you leftie liberal types complain there’s something illegal, immoral and f***ing unjust about the Israeli treatment of the Palestinians? Or “bitch and whine”, as the lyric here has it? Well, not Morrissey, because he’s so special and fascinating he holds entirely the opposite f***ing point of view! “And they who rain abuse upon you – they are jealous of you as well.” Yep. That’s the opposition to Likud, Netanyahu kissing Trump’s arse, the f***ing settlements programme, the f***ing bulldozing of protesters, all sussed for what it really is – plain old green-eyed jealousy. The same as how those who f***ing criticise Theresa May and the Tories are doing it because they're f***ing jealous of England! Go f*** yourself from all directions, you swollen, dried up f***ing troll!

Of course, you won't get to hear any of this, because, muzzled as he is by the mainstream, Morrissey has only been able to give vent to his fatuous f***ing feelings on a major f***ing record label and in every f***ing music magazine on the f***ing stand. Repressed! Repressed!

Listen, you f***ing nagging lump of pure, toxic f***, the reason so few f***ing people will hear your message isn’t because you're the voice of f***ing truth in the f***ing wilderness – it’s because you've decided to f***ing swallow Piers Morgan and Katie Hopkins whole, shit out the results and pat and mould them into your stinking public persona for the f***ing 21st century! No one will hear your message because the world needs another Morrissey album like it needs a boil on the f***ing penis tip! Now f*** absolutely and forever off, you attention-seeking, self-parodying, pitifully contrarian, withered old wanksock who means the arse end of f*** all to anyone under f***ing 40 and retire to a giant f***ing castle built of unsold copies of this f***ing album.
His review speaks volumes about Mr Stubbs.

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