Award THIS!

And now for the lighter side of the news.

Cardi B is hosting the 2021 American Music Awards.

Sort of like a conspiracy blogger serving as master of ceremonies for the Peabodys.

Look, I don't even pretend to follow popular music anymore.  And while I keep an ear out for actual bands that play actual music with actual instruments and sing actual lyrics, well, in all actuality, that sort of music is no longer, well, popular. 

Cardi B's disgusting performance on the Grammys this year with that horse chick named Megan - which, astonishingly, got praise from music critics obviously to scared to say anything negative about a Puerto Rican female rapper, lest they get accused of saying anything racist, misogynistic, or elitist - should have made it clear that she is a burlesque artist and not a musical artist, but tastelessness is increasingly replacing musical ability as a standard for success in pop.  Good grief, for all her tastelessness, Lady Gaga could at least sing, which is why she doesn't need to dress up in meat dresses anymore.  But today's "music" hardly requires and musical talent.  Just bitch into a microphone, attack your critics for being out of step, and you can prosper.  And then you get to host a meaningless award show that pretends to be devoted to "music." 

As for the sort of music I like, people increasingly blow it off, and I'm sure Joy Reid still uses her air time on MSNBC to smugly point out that rap continues to grow in popularity and respect while rock and roll hasn't produced anything worth mentioning in the past twenty years except Nickelback, who are talked about for all the wrong reasons.   And anyone who clings to traditional pop and rock is nothing but a snob.  

So be it.  As a long-time "M*A*S*H" fan, I always identified with Hawkeye and B.J.  Now I seem to identify with Major Winchester.

Please . . . Springsteen!