The usual suspects

I have about as much respect for the Grammy Awards as the creators of the Simpson's do

(Homer: Mr. John, I'm your biggest fan. I tape-recorded all your songs off the radio.
Elton: Oh, that's very sweet. Have a Grammy. (produces one from nowhere)
Homer: Uh … (throws it in a garbage can)),

but somehow I think I'll find it in me to hate the Recording Academy just a little more if the sissy boys of Stone Sour beat Mastondon for Best Metal performance.