Ron Charles = Effete, Pretentious Fuckwit

Man, if I wrote for the Washington Post, you’d better believe the last thing I’d do in public is admit that my 10-year-old daughter got bored with me reading the Harry Potter novels to her.  Or that I was so stupid and up my own ass that I couldn’t tell the difference between a little girl being bored with a story and a little girl being bored by someone reading that story to her who hated the material so much that “whole paragraphs of ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’ had started to slip by without my hearing a word. I’d snap back to attention and realize the action had moved from Harry’s room to Hagrid’s house, and I had no idea what was happening.”

I mean, that would just be embarrassing.  Both to me personally and the paper I was writing for.

Oh and for what its worth, I haven’t read any of the Harry Potter novels, I’m reacting to the article and not in defense of the characters.


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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