Hello. Today’s Gene Pool will be a bunch of short funny things, like a room full of Danny DeVitos.

Our first item is a video that is about two weeks old, but which I just found. It may be the greatest public evisceration of a person since June 9, 1954, the day in Joseph Welch, in two minutes, drove Joe McCarthy to drink himself to death.

This one is six minutes long. I recommend that you watch the whole thing. It is Tim Kaine destroying a Donald Trump toady. I find it hilarious, though the subject matter is clearly not. It is appalling.

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Next. The following thing occurred a couple of days ago. I challenge you to explain it.

(suggestion: if you are reading this in an email, click on the headline so you get the latest amended, emended and addended version.)

I was walking with Lexi, remonstrating her a bit for showing some hostility to other dogs. Instantly, another dog was being walked close by, but Lexi was a good girl and they just sniffed butts, the doggie 69, as is de rigueur in such circumstances. I did not recognize the woman or her dog; both were new to the neighborhood.

She knelt down and patted Lexi’s head.

“It’s good to meet you, Rachel,” she said.

I need to point out that Rachel was not with me, and Rachel later confirmed that she had not yet encountered this dog or this person on a walk.

WTF?

There is an explanation. It is gettable. You have all the information you need. What might it be? I am going to put the next line in large CAPITALIZED type because it is necessary, because you are a recalcitrant sea of intransigence and impudence out there.

DO NOT MAKE YOUR GUESSES IN THE COMMENTS. SEND THEM HERE.

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Next:

I love urban found art — Because people can be stupid, and amazing things can be found.

The other day (also while walking Lexi) we happened upon a pile of junk being offered for free outside a house. Within the crappy junk labeled “Free” was this object:

It appears to be a framed, original poster advertising a Bob Dylan concert at a high school in Long Beach, California, on October 5, 1964. Cheap seats went for $2. For the expensive ones, you had to shell out $4.

Someone thought this should be thrown out.

I looked up the play list from this concert. It’s only partially available online, but the songs included Gates of Eden; It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding); Mr. Tambourine Man, and; Don't Think Twice, It's All Right. Bob was evidently alone with his guitar and harmonica.

People are stupid. It is now on my wall.

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And lastly, this question just in:

Q: “Are you the guy in the photo with Trump and Epstein at a party at Mar-A-Lago in 2002? I am sure you are.”

A: For Chrissakes, don’t tell Rachel.

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Finally, today’s Gene Pool Gene Poll:

Okay, that is it. Please send me money because I entertain you and have, just for you, discarded any sense of shame.

See you tomorrow, in the Invitational.