I Really Don't Want to Look At Rush Limbaugh

Between working like a madman at my current job and preparing for the next job things have been busier than my normal level of busy lately.  And Wedding Cake Season is in full swing, so the lovely Annette is even busier than I am.  This time last year I’d have been spending more time at the bakery helping her out, but this year we have interns, who I’m seriously grateful for.  The only thing that makes working this hard worthwhile is all the money I don’t have to pay my bills with.  Hah.  All of which is a very long winded way of saying I’m a bit of a zombie lately and entire weeks will go by without even a halfway creative thought entering my head, which is why you’ll see back-to-back Douche Bag Friday posts, the most recent of which is actually the reason I’m writing this.  See, I feel the need to label Rush Limbaugh as a douche and put that on display, but the thought of having to look at that stupid, hateful drug addict every time I open a browser just makes me want to punch myself in the cock.  So, clever fuck that I am, I figured I’d write a long enough post that you’d have to scroll down to see his face.

I came across these two links through the magic of Facebook and Twitter:

  1. Abandoned Places In The World – This is a series of photographs of cities that, as you may have guessed, are abandoned.  Fucking fascinating.
  2. The Incredible Century Old Color Photography of Prokudin-Gorsky – Selected full-color photographs of Russia from a hundred years ago.  Equally fascinating.

And, lastly, there’s this contest going on for Best of the Inland Empire.  The jokes that come to mind are just too easy.  But anyway, we’re competing for best bakery, and if you wanted to vote for us, that wouldn’t suck.  The name of our bakery is Sweet Addictions.  The URL for the site is here.  You have to register for an account in order to vote, which is annoying, but the whole thing only takes a few minutes.  If we win, we’ll make a cake for everyone (I keep joking about this with Annette and she doesn’t find it nearly as funny as I do).  We’re already way ahead of everyone else, but if you haven’t voted yet, please do.  Voting goes on for another few weeks and anything could happen still.

Alright, back to the butt plugs…


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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