Mr. Grumpy

I was watching the TV the other night and an M&M's ad came on. The song was familiar and catchy and I quickly recognized it as one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite artists.

"This is the Day" was recorded by Matt Johnson in 1983 under his band's name, The The.

While the ad played on, I got nostalgic for the first time I heard it. I'm sure that I was in my friend Jay's basement and remembered all of the good times there. When the ad finished, I didn't want M&M's, I wanted to listen to The The.

However, the more I thought about it, the more pissed off I got. I always held Matt Johnson up on a pedestal as a scrupulous guy who would never sell out. In fact, I saw him in concert in 2000. He played to a small crowd in a small venue and when he spoke to the crowd, he made it a point to be politically conscious of current affairs.

Does this mean that he shouldn't sell his music to the M&M/Mars corporation? YES!

What a douche bag! You sold your soul to a candy company who's sole purpose in life is fattening up our kids. What a fink. He is no different than any other sell-out dirt bag.

What else pisses me off?

Well, there's the global warming crowd. Here in Minnesota we have been having a mild winter. The temperatures were above normal and we had very little snow. Okay, if you want to blame that on global warming, I agree. Then we had a cold snap and a shitload of snow to round out February and start March and the same people are blaming this on global fucking warming. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS! Pick one, dink.

And another thing. To all of you pansies that don't like the cold and snow, don't live here! Everyday when I go to work, I hear several pussies complain about the weather. It's Minnesota! It's been like this for the past 37 years, to my best recollection. Move to Arizona and bitch about the heat.

I also hate children. I know, I have a daughter and I should love kids but I don't. I have a whole herd of them in my neighborhood and they fuck around until one o'clock in the morning. Go to bed! I used to think that adult-only communities were asinine. Now I can't wait until I'm old enough to move into one.

See what I mean, I'm turning into Mr. Grumpy. Everywhere I look, something irritates me. I think I'll hike my pants up to my nipples and go to bed at 9 p.m. tonight.