Heavy Sigh

You know,when I was a kid I was taught by countless elders to respect the President of the United States.  What that really meant was that I should respect the office of the President of the United States, even if I found my respect for the man currently sitting in that office lacking.  And I think that’s a good lesson, I honestly do.  That might sound odd coming from someone who publicly called the last president a cocksucker (and much worse in private) more times than anyone can count, but if I’d had the unfortunate circumstance of having met him while he was in office, I’d have refrained from throwing my shoes at him, because I’m a good American.

The people who taught me that lesson were all aged anywhere between their forties and their sixties, which makes them the same generation of Americans as the people in this crowd:

Out of kindness and respect to the people who taught me, I’m going to assume that none of them are behaving like this.  Because otherwise I’m going to grab the first pair of scissors I come across and I’m going to run around the house with them all day.

For the record, I really don’t give a shit what side of the argument you’re on.  Personally, I think health care reform is a good idea, but there are totally valid reasons not to proceed with the current health care bill, not the least of which is how we’re going to pay for it.  But if you believe in Death Panels, you’re a fucking idiot and if you’re disrupting (the much needed) rational conversation, then you’re a piece of fucking shit and an embarrassment to your country.


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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