Touching Morrissey's meat is Murder! Angst-Crooner Groped in Airport

Poor Morrissey. You can just imagine his reaction to some guy putting his hands on his crotch:

"You have killed me. But I forgive you, I forgive you..."

No, no, that's just a song lyric. Morrissey didn't get violent, he didn't forgive. He did, on advise of his travel buddies, file a complaint.

Here's his story.

We pause.

As bad as the Internet is, REAL LIFE is worse.

The sense of "entitlement" is worse.

People have come to figure that if bad manners and selfish, boorish behavior is permitted on the Internet, then it must be ok in day to day life, too. And they're right.

Authorities do the same shrug. On the Internet it's "oh, we can't track down every hacker who sends a rude e-mail" and "oh, it's "Freedom of Speech" if your Facebook account is loaded with obscenities and insults.

So in the real world, it's "the court's are too crowded," and "even with CCTV cameras, this doesn't look so bad..."

Finish up, Moyshe. Er, Morrissey.

Flying is SUCH fun. Anyone can be yelled at, ordered to strip, forced to open up luggage and have a total invasion of privacy, and yes, be touched, patted down, or sexually abused.

You know for sure that this was a MALE attendant, a San Francisco faggot, and that person has been telling the world, "hee hee, I got to touch Morrissey's cock and balls through his pants! Ho ho!"

It sure beats getting an autograph, which Morrissey would've brushed aside. But he wasn't quick enough to brush aside a crotch grab.

Ah, so sad, the abuse of This Charming Man. But What Difference Does it Make? Should the airport perv have settled for a Hand in Glove? The guy was obviously in a Panic, and screaming Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want.

Sapristi, think of your own appropriate Smith and Morrissey song titles...