Dear Ford: Snow Miser does not belong to you. My childhood does not belong to you. You are totally Shameless.

Proving once again than nothing that is truly important to me can't be stolen, repackaged and whored away by an evil corporation for the sake of making a few extra bucks.   They stole The Grinch and gave it to Jim Carrey (that wound still has not healed, and I continue to refuse to watch it.)  They mangled Horton Hears a Who and repackaged The Lorax so he could sell kids Breakfast at Denny's.  We all know it's only a matter of time before every single thing we've ever loved shows up selling everything from SUVs to KFC on our television sets.

They could at least have used the original song with the original artist, and not let some tuneless, talentless idiot rape it for the benefit of a truck company which has just shown everyone over the age of forty exactly what it thinks of our childhood memories.

For your benefit- and as a way to cleanse your damaged soul if you choose to sit through this monstrosity of an ad- I include the real Snow Miser and his awesome song.  Meanwhile, Ford?  Bite me.  Hard.