Andres Lokko
Andres Lokko
Andres Lokko
Message from Morrissey.
I would like to, if I may, offer support to Johnny Marr who has
spoken out to the media this week against David Cameron. To those who
have expressed concern over Johnny’s words in view of the fact that
David Cameron has pledged immense allegiance to the music of the Smiths,
I would like to try to explain why I think Johnny is right not to be
flattered.
It is true that music is a universal language – the ONLY universal
language, and belongs to all, one way or another. However, with fitting
grimness I must report that David Cameron hunts and shoots and kills
stags – apparently for pleasure. It was not for such people that either
”Meat is Murder” or ”The Queen is Dead” were recorded; in fact, they
were made as a reaction against such violence.
I recall some years ago a party political broadcast on behalf of the
Conservative Party where David Cameron spoke directly to camera as an LP
copy of ”The Queen is Dead” proudly displayed itself on the wall behind
his right shoulder. It is, of course, a fantastic thrill when the
music you make is acknowledged by virtually anyone at all. But David
Cameron is not just anyone. Some months ago, as the long-beaked amongst
you might recall, I was due to appear on the Andrew Marr Show alongside
David Cameron, and however much I worship the words of Andrew Marr, I
could not go through with the invitation.
This was because I knew, then, that David wanted to repeal the Hunting
Act, which would mean the brutal killing of foxes, hares, deer, badgers,
otters – just about anything that moves.
Often the excuse of ’culling’ is tagged on to the argument of legalized
killing of beings, yet as we all know, motorized vehicles manage the
business of ’culling’ foxes and badgers quite well without messengers of
death on horseback. Wildlife (that is, freelife) has its own methods
of balancing nature – foxes and owls and birds of prey tending to help
themselves to whatever crosses their path.
The countryside, quite remarkably, does not need the Hunting Act to be
repealed. You would need to be mindless to believe that it does.
People who hunt are under delusions of possession and property and
divine right, and their debasement of human standards is always evident
in their outrage at ever being questioned about their activities.
Meanwhile, the Hunt Saboteurs (who are always termed ’extremists’ by the
Daily Bra – as if opposing brutal killing is an extreme emotion) are
themselves symbols of freedom. Hunt Saboteurs do not kill. High Court
judges on horseback, dressed in blood-red outfits, are the ones who
kill.
As we all know, law in England is applied with partiality: the
police are quick to nab the hunt saboteurs, but slow to catch up with
the very visible Cheltenham Hunt. The hunt saboteurs are jailed for up
to 12 years (for what? attempting to prevent mindless violence?),
whereas the unmanly reflex of fox hunting receives a rap on the knuckles
(Odious Ferry.)
I beg you to notice the unbearable dimension of sorrow that David
Cameron is attempting to inflict upon British wildlife/freelife (an
animal is not ’wild’ simply because it is uncaged.) If you can find the
time, would you please write to the MP of your choice – if you can
think of one that you half-trust – at The House of Commons, St
Margaret’s Street, London SW1P, urging them to vote against the repeal.
It is not the hunt saboteurs who menace social order, but the Hunters
themselves, and the moral climate of 2010 seeping into 2011 surely tells
all intelligent people that the key to the extent of any person’s
humanity is in their relationship to – and protection of – animals.
Politicians only care about the public as electorate, and once the
victory vote has been seized there is no place for debate between The
Prime Minister and the people who elected him. (I cannot use the him/her
term in relation to a Prime Minister because, as we all know, Margaret
Thatcher has ensured that a female Prime Minister would never again be
risked.) However, please do not feel powerless against the views of
politicians or, for that matter, so-called royalty, because it is they
who are powerless against the collective spirit of the British people. I
mention so-called royalty because Prince William – who has never made
the faintest imprint on the English soul, is also a hunter of deer, as
is his fiasco (fiancée) Kate Middleton. Although William and Kate are
so dull as people that it is actually impossible to discuss them, it is
worth recalling Prince Harry’s thumbs-up as he sat beside a giant water
buffalo, cowardly shot from a safe distance by the ignoble Prince some
years back. Intellectually, it is true that the so-called Royal Family
are not worth very much when it comes to moral standards. The Queen
annually signs-off on the terrorizing slaughter of adult Canadian brown
bears in order that her Guards are supplied with fancy hats. The babies
of the adult bears who witness their own mothers’ slaughter, are left
to die slowly, and alone. The sober and bitter truth is that the Queen
of England is indifferent to this barbarism, for she has never once
expressed concern by it (although, let us speak quite plainly, there is
not one person in the whole of England who can remember or repeat a
single word ever spoken by the Queen, such is her command of
communication.)
I apologize very deeply for my support over the years for the group
Roxy Music. I had no idea until very recently that their singer Bryan
Ferret is also an avid hunter, and is now managed by his Lord of the
Hunt son, Odious Ferry.
Some are brutally indifferent to the feelings of animals. Many are
not. Politically, I long for the day when it is finally acknowledged in
the House of Lords that the indigestible business of the meat industry
corrupts and destroys the planet more than any other profit
organization. We continually hear of disappearing rainforests but the
cause is never explained, for this would then force concerned world
leaders to ’cull’ meat production, and rather the world sizzle than it
be admitted that the meat industry is the root of climate change. It
was Sir Paul McCartney who said: ”Save the planet – stop eating
animals.” It is the genius of Stella McCartney who has produced
footwear made entirely of non-animal materials. As a glowing owner of
such shoes, I can confirm to anyone interested that they appear – even
on detailed examination – to be no different to shoes made from
animals.
Refusing to eat animals remains a political gesture. The world
apparently loves the simple, whether it be professional killers such as
Jamie Horrible, or the dim-witted and good-natured David Peckham, both
as certain of knighthoods as their mediocrity is bona-fide. David
Peckham is so dull that he is yet to master his first words.
However, people like me exist, also, and by close of this piece I return
to the opening issue of David Cameron and I remind him that the world
loves a man who loves to listen. But we can’t believe what you say when
we know what you do.
MORRISSEY.