The Royals Are To Blame For Nurse Jacintha’s Suicide, So Says Morrissey

YAASS! I’ve been waiting for Morrissey’s thoughts on Duchess Kate’s pregnancy and condition, because he loves the British royal family so much that he dresses up like Queen Elizabeth when he jacks off to a picture of Prince Philip. Morrissey is a natural born cunt, but he turns his cuntiness all the way up when it comes to the royal family and he hasn’t disappointed me this time.

According to Morrissey, if Duchess Kate wasn’t a STUNT PRINCESS who only checked herself into the hospital for attention, those Australian DJs never would’ve pranked the hospital and Nurse Jacintha would still be alive today. Prince William, Queen Elizabeth and Duchess Kate should all be charged with murder and sent to the gallows! For the record, Prince William and Duchess Kate put out a statement about how sad they were about Nurse Jacintha’s death, but it’s not enough for Morrissey! Morrissey mouth farted out this mess of words to New Zealand’s 3News (via USA Today):

“There’s no blame placed on Kate Middleton, who was in that hospital, as far as I can see, for absolutely no reason. She feels no shame about the death of this woman. The arrogance of the British royals is … absolutely staggering. Why it’s allowed to be, I really don’t know.”

Morrissey then squinted his eyes about Kate’s health:

“Is it anorexia or is it pregnancy? … I mean, morning sickness already? So much hoo haw and then suddenly as bright as a button as soon as this poor woman dies she’s out of hospital? It doesn’t ring true. [The Palace is to blame for putting] maximum pressure on this poor woman, and of course, that’s kept away from the press. Certainly in England … one cannot say anything against them.”

Oh Morrissey, keep being you, keep being you. I’m actually surprised that Queen Elizabeth hasn’t called MI6 and told them to take care of Morrissey. She probably has, but every time 007 tries to off Morrissey, Morrissey goes on and on about how James Bond is Queen Elizabeth’s butt boy and a disgrace to England and blah blah blah… James Bond rolls his eyes, gives up and goes to the pub instead.

Every time Morrissey hates on the royal family, one of the Queen’s corgis shits on a wee wee pad with his face on it.

BREAKING: Morrissey Still Hates The British Royals

If you were hoping that during the Spice Girls’ performance at the Olympics closing ceremony on Sunday night, Morrissey and The Queen will come out holding hands to shake their titties around Posh Spice, I’ve got news for you, it’s not going to happen. Morrissey is still a lump of glum and he would rather have a threesome with Diana Ross and Steve Wonder in China than spend another minute putting his eyes on the Olympic coverage. Morrissey went on his site and rage typed out a long rant on the Olympics even though he totally doesn’t watch the Olympics. Since this Morrissey we’re talking about, he obviously threw in a Nazi reference.

And, yet! I am unable to watch the Olympics due to the blustering jingoism that drenches the event. Has England ever been quite so foul with patriotism? The “dazzling royals” have, quite naturally, hi-jacked the Olympics for their own empirical needs, and no oppositional voice is allowed in the free press. It is lethal to witness. As London is suddenly promoted as a super-wealth brand, the England outside London shivers beneath cutbacks, tight circumstances and economic disasters. Meanwhile the British media present 24-hour coverage of the “dazzling royals”, laughing as they lavishly spend, as if such coverage is certain to make British society feel fully whole. In 2012, the British public is evidently assumed to be undersized pigmies, scarcely able to formulate thought.
As I recently drove through Greece I noticed repeated graffiti seemingly everywhere on every available wall. In large blue letters it said WAKE UP WAKE UP. It could almost have been written with the British public in mind, because although the spirit of 1939 Germany now pervades throughout media-brand Britain, the 2013 grotesque inevitability of Lord and Lady Beckham (with Sir Jamie Horrible close at heel) is, believe me, a fate worse than life. WAKE UP WAKE UP.

I don’t know why, but to me “jingoism” sounds like a condition when a dude’s jizz is so coagulated that it won’t come out of his peen hole.

Morrissey is telling lies, he’s telling lies! That human black cloud is hooked on the Olympics. I can tell. You know how when you watch porn, you keep a browser tab (with Masterpiece Theater on it, obviously) open in case somebody walks in on you? You quickly click over to Masterpiece Theater so it looks like you’re just getting cultured instead of getting off. Morrissey does the opposite of that. Morrissey watches the Olympics and keeps a browser tab (with porn on it) open in case somebody walks in on him. And when Morrissey lets out a wall-shaking groan at the sight of the “dazzling royals” at the Olympics, he can just say that the porn he was watching was so hot that it made him cum through his mouth. Morrissey can’t fool me.

And here’s the “dazzling royals” smiling extra for Morrissey at some Olympic events yesterday.

Morrissey Is Quitting This Bitch….In Two Years

Morrissey tells JuiceOnline.com (via Billboard) that after being in the music business for 30 years, his body is no longer the willowy reed of pure sex that it once was and so he’s going to officially retire at the decaying and decrepit (served in a bowl of warm sarcasm) age of 55. Morrissey name dropped Syria in his resignation letter, because it wouldn’t be a Morrissey quote if he didn’t inject a little political shit into it.

“I am slightly shocked to have gone as far as I have. This is my 30th year, and I’ve aged a lot recently, which is bit distressing for me, as it must be for everyone. The body changes shape and there’s nothing you can do about it. Do I continue as a modern day Andy Williams? I take one hour at a time. We will all probably be blown up by the Syrian government soon, anyway, so it hardly matters in the great scheme of things.”

What in the hell kind of GD retirement excuse is that?! Morrissey is going to retire because his sciatica is acting up and he doesn’t think the scent of BenGay belongs at a rock show? What bullshit. Iggy Pop performed at Ramesses II’s Diamond Jubilee and he’s still swinging his saggy chest sacks on stage today. Steven Tyler’s bones are being held together with mummy tape dipped in Elmer’s and he doesn’t let that stop him from performing. But Morrissey is too delicate to go on? This isn’t how Morrissey is supposed to quit. Morrissey is supposed to quit over some stupid shit like an audience member in the front row sipping non-vegan beer at one of his shows. Morrissey will gasp, throw the back of his hand over his forehead, arch his back and jazz walk stage left as the lights dim to a slow cue and a red velvet curtain drops. That’s how a melodramatic queen goes!

Whatever. I’m okay with Morrissey retiring from music as long as he’s not retiring from saying crazy ass shit.

Morrissey Will Call Lady Gaga “Lady Hitler” In 3..2..

Vegan, animal activist and noted cuntatarian Morrissey puked out a quarter pounder of shit with an extra slice of inappropriateness the other night when he compared the massacre in Norway to the slaughter of cows for McDonald’s “meat.” Hold that thought, Morrissey, because Lady Caca’s slaves delivered bags upon bags of McDonald’s to all of the fans that waited outside of the Chateau Marmont for hours to meet her. Why wait for hours to meet Caca when they could’ve been at home fucking themselves with a Breathless Mahoney doll since it’s practically the same thing? But that’s a question for another day.

Along with the bags full of screaming cow patties, Caca attached this little love note:

“Dear little monsters. Thank you for singing to me all day and night. I love you with all my heart. You make everyday worth living. Kisses to the cops for keeping you safe. Love Lady GaGa”

Do you want to wrap the map to Caca’s meat Nazi (Meatzi?) bunker in lettuce leaves and pass it to Morrissey or shall I? Wait. Or are we supposed to bolt the theater doors and hold Caca down while Morrissey writes “MEATZI” on that bitch’s forehead in tahini sauce? I forget how the movie goes.

And here’s Lady Hitler leaving her hotel last night while looking like a lazy-eyed, coked-up trans bunny in a Donatella Versace wig and one of Morticia’s old dresses. Or if you want the short version: looking like Elvira Aguilera.

Thanks For Breaking It Down For Us, Morrissey

It’s another day, which means the grouchy old grass fed cunt that is Morrissey is once again spitting out his own toe nails while spitting out a statement that is offending a lot of people. Morrissey once called the Chinese a “subspecies“ and at a concert in Poland on Sunday, his name ended up on a whole new group of people’s Shut The Fuck Up List when he compared the massacre in Norway to fast food. This mess came out of Moz’s meat-free pie hole before he sang his song “Meat is Murder“:

“We all live in a murderous world, as the events in Norway have shown, with 97 dead [sic].

Though that is nothing compared to what happens in McDonald’s and Kentucky Fried shit every day.”

Then Moz went on to say, “And 9/11 ain’t nothing compared to what’s happening on the buffet line at Sizzler.”

If this is Morrissey’s way of trying to get a place on Spaz de la Huerta’s debate team for crazies, then he can stop right now, because I’m pretty sure she’s FedEx-ing him a team blazer right now.

We all already know that Morrissey mostly hates people and has an undying love for animals (although, the feeling is not mutual for some animals). Sometimes I feel the same way, but to say that fast food is worse than the massacre of children? Everything is a tragedy competition to his ass. Like if I told him I had a headache, he’d probably say, “Poor you! What about the pig who has no head, because it was murdered for that hot dog you’re eating.”

I say this as a fan of Morrissey’s music (it’s the junior high school chola in me), please just shut the fuck up already and get fucked. Since you’re off meat forever, fuck yourself with a tree branch. xo.

ScarJo & Sean Penn Are Back Together

Sean Penn and ScarJo are supposed to be broken up! The Internet told us so. But here they are together at last night’s Spike TV Awards in L.A. One of two things is happening. Either People Magazine was talking about the OTHER ScarJo & Sean Penn breaking up and this ScarJo & Sean Penn are still doing it. Or ScarJo is only posing with Keith Richard’s nutsack so hos won’t say that they threw each other shade backstage. ScarJo might be saying to herself: “UGH! ScarJo! Thanks to your poor decisions, you have to stand here with this wrinkled old testicle face like everything’s good and pretty! The next time you want to suck on an over-microwaved shriveled hot dog, suck on an over-microwaved shrivel hot dog instead of Sean Penn’s dick. ARGH!” ScarJo says “ARGH” and “UGH” a lot, so I’m going to say that the latter is the true story behind this picture.

Here’s a few more pictures from the awards show that gave awards to bitches for absolutely no reason. Sean Penn won something. So did Keith Richards and Jennifer Aniston. Aniston was pretty excited about winning that trophy. And not because she won something, but because she finally had something to hang her Cabbage Patch Kids’ winter coats on!

In order: Aniston, Sean Penn, ScarJo, the hot sisters from The Fighter, Rosie Huntington-Whatever, Eva Mendes, Justin Timberlake, Minka Kelly, Ben Affleck, Jim Carrey, Cameron Diaz, Keef Richards & Marky Mark.