Douche Bag Friday!

Brian Kilmeade is what a douche looks like.

If I keep on doing these as they occur to me it’ll get really boring really fast so I’ve decided to just have one every Friday.  I just made an impromptu list of television fucktards who annoy the shit out of me and I’ve got enough names to make this last for five months.


Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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