America is a country of winners. We always have been. Whether its World War II or Michael Phelps we produce victories like other countries produce textiles. Winners are the Creatine in America’s breakfast cereal, the secret formula that allows us to remain #1. This bothers some people. I don’t know, maybe they’re jealous? I would be, if I wasn’t a winner in so many categories that listing them here would be a waste of both of our time.

Someone else who happens to be a winner is Macklemore. With good reason—he released a dope album, conquered the charts, tore up the college scene, and was rewarded for it with several hip-hop/urban Grammys. This is fucking awesome! So say we all. Except not. In fact, many people said that it wasn’t awesome. They argued that Kendrick Lamar’s album was more awesome which meant Macklemore’s victory wasn’t dope. Um…….look. Macklemore won fair and square. If we start tearing down American victors we might as well give up and teach our kids North Korean and wear pants on our heads. Therefore, I’ve chosen to support last night’s winner with a series of odes from America’s backbone, a group of people who I think we can all agree know a thing or two about victory: bodybuilders. Bodybuilder forums are some of the most supportive communities on the web. Whiny journalists with quads like twigs like to nitpick and wheedle; these guys pump iron, show love and look like tires. Who do you trust? Well, enough from me. Thank you Macklemore, thank you America, and thank you to the Grammys! Please share and retweet.

Ezra Marcus pumps digital iron on Twitter—@ezra_marc