There's only one explanation for all you people not giving a shit about STILL supporting a repulsive right-wing bigot, and that's that you don't care because you're the same. That's it, isn't it?
Think of it this way: It's a subject many of us already have years of experience on, so that alone makes the subject of Morrissey relevant to us. It's like being a history buff, and wanting to observe, and debate the biographical minutiae of a historical figure, while sometimes remarking, "Can you believe he said that shit?"
It's a bit of slow soap opera that even disgruntled fans can take some pleasure in.
I don't wish Morrissey ill. I hope he doesn't experience bad health, or become destitute, but he needs to be taken down a notch. His arrogance is unattractive, and priggish, and he boldly spreads misinformation, and conspiracy theories.
Take the immigrant fear mongering out of the equation, and you still have a man who was deluded enough to fake an interview in order to promote his own agenda, and agreed to write a book that for anyone who read it, knows even he didn't take seriously.
Yes, I think he's become a bit of a clown at this stage of the game, but I don't see the need to defend him like he's my child.
After all, it's just his birthday. It's not his funeral, and I seriously doubt that he wants, or needs your sympathy.
Morrissey knows what being a crazed fan is like. He sees the illness in the adulation, and I'm certain he has probably snickered about it to himself many times.