Africans...dirty monkey-fuckers...have done it again. After a slow start...not nearly as frisky as AIDS...the ebola virus is picking up speed. Come on everyone, let's show how un-prejudiced we are. Bend over for an African. Catch the ebola virus.
Oh, that's right, this isn't AIDS...THIS virus you can get without sexual contact. Just hang around the airport where some dumbass is wandering around arrogant and obnoxious or in some kind of daze.
The bright side? It wasn't caused by Jews. Can you imagine if ebola originated in Israel, and it was spread by Jews? Every Jewish store owner in France would be hanging from his circumcised dick. Every Jewish kid on a school bus would be decapitated. Every bottle of borscht would be smashed in a rage at Tesco. Assuming they have any.
Since the disease is caused by Africans...why, that's all right, come right through airport security and get on the plane. And congratulations, that while other parts of the world were spontaneously able to create great art, useful inventions, and learn how to make clothing and gunpowder...it took you until the 20th Century to make a fork that didn't look like a spoon. Tell me, Mr. Darwin why is it that you'll find beautifully designed silver utensils etched with great detail and artistry and hundreds of years old...but Africans could barely manage to craft a spoon?
Calling the doctors of WHO...the World Health Organization...it's your job to take this awful science fiction story and give it a happy ending? Ha ha ho ho hee hee. You're not dealing with daleks, just dregs. You'd have better luck training dogs.
Meanwhile, it's good old fashioned cancer that is dogging Morrissey. After remaining rather silent on the rash of illnesses that have forced him to refund tickets to shows, he's now admitting that he's had all kinds of ailments from ulcers to pneumonia, and now...he's revealed he's had to deal with cancer. He hasn't said what type...probably skin cancer...but he's had to have some crap removed four times now.
He's also revealed that he's getting pretty tired of writing songs. What ARE songs? Fucking three minute bits that serve as aural wallpaper while people text or fuck? He wants to finish his novel. Good luck with it, man. Of course it'll be bootlegged as a PDF and thrown all over the place, but at least he can be creative and stay home doing it.
Though I'm sure Mo' still gets a kick out of posturing on stage like a drunken pub owner imitating Sinatra while fantasizing about blowing Dean Martin...the wear and tear of touring could not have done his immune system any good. For a guy as intelligent as Morrissey, and now 55, the adoration of a bunch of gay morons has its limits, and good reviews from hetero rock critics don't mean much either. If he tours...I hope he steers clear of Africa. Although at this point it might be too late for him and for us all.
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