As I reported in my August 2 post CONTORTIONISTS AND DUMMIES, a congressional election in Brazil several years ago was won by a lowly professional clown named Grumpy, who ran on the slogan “It can’t get any worse.” This logic proved so unarguable that the fat-cat political clowns who ran against Grumpy lost by over a million noses.

Now I see that another Grumpy has become a celebrity, this time an author: Grumpy Cat by name (this cat’s real name is Tardar Sauce, but I suppose if humans can have pen names, why can’t cats?). According to USA Today, Grumpy Cat is just two years old and is currently on tour promoting her second book, THE GRUMPY GUIDE TO LIFE: OBSERVATIONS BY GRUMPY CAT.

Frankly, I’m jealous. I’ve been making life observations for decades longer than Grumpy Cat; even this site (called The OBSERVATION Post, need I remind you) has been petulantly observing life years longer than Grumpy — yet I labor in obscurity, while this upstart feline stars in Friskies and Honey Nut Cheerios TV commercials and gets her puss pixeled on Youtube to millions of viewers:

So, what am I going to do about it? If a clown and a cat can become Grumpy-famous, why shouldn’t a Muse? Am I a muse or a mouse? Or a mouse eating mousse? Or a mouse-eating moose eating mousse? It’s no use. I’m a wuss.

Send in the clowns.