The Moz is getting downright pissed off in his old age. No longer content to simply defend the lives of his various animal friends from hungry barbecue attendees around the world, Morrissey waxed callous about the not-so-surprising death of former President and Bonzo compatriot Ronald Reagan. I know what he meant when he said it should have been Gee Dubya who died instead, and I definitely wouldn't have minded were that the case, but people who piss and moan about the rights of tasty animals and then wish ill health and death upon people (who we aren't even ALLOWED to eat) seem rather... what's the word? Oh yeah: hypocritical. Okay, I'm being nitpicky. Vegetarians just piss me off when they clamber for the moral high ground.
While we're on the subject... I'm glad the fucker's dead. I'm sorry, but I spent my childhood scared to death of nuclear holocaust and I'm not about to put all the blame on the Soviets. No ten-year-old kid should know what ICBM stands for. And don't get me started on Iran/Contra, Reagan's staunch support of South Africa, airline deregulation, etc. If every Domino Theory-spouting jarhead in the CIA is walking around with a huge erection for eight years and the boys up at NORAD are wondering what DEF-CON level we're at, there's something horribly wrong with your presidency. I hope Maggie Thatcher keeps her streak alive and follows Reagan to the grave, too. Whew! I'm all worked up.
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