On Sunday night, the Top Dawg of the industry, Sir Kendrick Lamar, lit the Grammys stage on fire with the best performance of the show. Then, he casually took home a handful of shiny Grammys for Best Rap Performance, Best Rap/Sung Performance, Best Rap Song, and Best Rap Album—he even grabbed one for Best Music Video. So what do all of these things have in common? Rap. No disrespect, but anybody who's not a Jay Z stan could have seen those awards coming from a mile away.

The real bar for testing the Grammys' perpetually flawed, minimally improving system was whether they would award Album of the Year to a rapper. Not just any rapper, but a man who's managed to do the almost impossible: Kendrick inserted messages of deep introspection and self-evaluation into his rhymes, and expertly layered them on top of incredibly hard-hitting beats that sound so damn good you don't even realize you're being scolded, preached to, and inevitably inspired.

Kendrick has been seen as the best in the hip-hop world since the second he dropped his major label debut, good kid, M.A.A.D. city, six years ago. So the Grammys have had plenty of time to catch the fuck up and recognize him for the talent that he possesses, a talent that dominates across all genres. But alas, they have not caught the fuck up. They're still stuck giving the major awards, including Album of the Year, to safe bets like Bruno Mars (who's talented, but come on). 2018 seemed like the perfect year for the Recording Academy to get it right, and they just... sigh.

Anywho, enough of me rambling. Here are reactions from just a few of K-Dot's understandably outraged fans: 

I would say maybe it'll go down next year, but what's the point? Some things never change.