The man I hate most in rock

He sits atop this inglorious throne, oblivious to his true place in the music world. Like so many before him, he perceives himself to be a legend of rock history. Yet, as my good friend so eloquently put it, he's "everything that's wrong with rock-n-roll, in one man."

I could post a twelve hundred page thesis detailing the litany of reasons my hatred for this particular douche-nozzle runs so deep. Sometimes, though, images speak louder than words. And with that notion in mind, it is my unfortunate displeasure to present to you none other than...

Michael Anthony, the bearded, balding and bloated bassist for Van Halen.