An Offal Week

Hello. Welcome to The Weekend Gene Pool, where I ask you to bare your souls about your personal life and your secret opinions in return for a cheesy mention in this column. You are welcome. No rules of decency apply anymore.

I write this as Donald Trump continues to fill his cabinet with clowns, poseurs, weirdos, assholes and drooling sycophants — a grouping of nouns that describes each and every one of them. It’s an assemblage of tripe and viscera and veined poop chutes and lung juice that rivals the photo above.

Today’s question is: What is the worst job appointment you’ve ever witnessed first hand? It should be in your personal experience, but I’ll open this to broader observations: Things you might have observed from afar, as a citizen.

My story: I was the editor of Tropic Magazine at The Miami Herald when the Herald hired a new food writer / restaurant reviewer. Magazines occasionally use the work of people with that job, so I took the new employee to lunch. She ordered a hamburger, I think, which was fine. But she ordered it well done.

Then I asked her if she had any overarching preferences in food. She said:

“I don’t like fish.”

I don’t know how much a foodie you are, but a new food writer / restaurant reviewer saying “I don’t like fish” is like a new U.N. ambassador saying “I don’t like the southern hemisphere.” Or a new magazine art director saying “I don’t like blue.”

So that’s your challenge.

As always, be funny and send your entries here:

Meanwhile, here is today’s Gene Pool Gene Poll:

That’s it. This will be a slightly disorganized week, because I need to travel on Tuesday. I will make it work

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