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Yeah, I’ll use the Al Capone analogy. I’ll go there. Hell, yes, I will.

I’ve always thought there was a striking similarity between Uncle Al and LeGrande L’Orange. Except that Capone had about 40 IQ points on Trump.

But Al ultimately wasn’t smart enough to stay out of prison. You can shoot up a truckload of mob rivals and then go straight to your favorite Italian restaurant. But if you don’t pay your taxes, your ass is going to the hole.

Trump has tried to rig an election, incited an armed insurrection whose intent was to overthrow the government of the United States. He consorted with our international enemies. He abandoned our allies. He weaponized the executive branch. He sold out his oath of office and the American people for personal gain. He grabbed the pussy of his choice by the pussy. Serially.

And still he always made it back to the White House commissary in time for Quarter Pounders and fries.

But this is different. He stole and destroyed documents. That’s tangible. That’s documentable. That’s real. That’s a felony.

Hey, in every household there’s always one pig who uses too much paper in the toilet, right?

No plunger is going to remove this crappy clog. This is a stinky flood that’s only going to get deeper.

He’s going to the hole. “White House Plumbers, Part II”?

You know what they say. He who ignores history is doomed to repeat history.

Can I get an Amen, Mr. Capone?

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  1. I concur with everything, except I’ll have to see it( trump actually paying the price) before I believe it !

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I clearly have the attention span of your median fruit fly.Look! Airplane!

Sorry. I’m back.

It’s both a curse and a blessing. I’ve never bought this stuff about, “He who dies with the most toys wins.” But I do think that a wide range of life experiences helps us grow as people, and helps us better relate to other people. I’ve been fortunate. And I am beyond grateful.

I show up on time. I go like hell. I’m a good listener. I hold myself accountable. I own my mistakes. And I have a natural and an insatiable curiosity. I’m never afraid to say, “I don’t know,” when I don’t. But then I try to find out.

The flip side is I’m a lousy ballroom dancer and my clothes sometimes fit me funny.

Stuff matters to me. I care. But while I take that stuff seriously, I try hard to never take myself seriously. As a result, I have sometimes been told, “Paul, it’s hard to tell when you’re serious and when you’re just having some fun. Which is it? Serious or fun?”

My answer is “yes.” But I think that is a legitimate criticism. I promise I’m going to work on that.

This has been the quickest and strangest half-century I’ve ever experienced. During that period, I’ve been afforded amazing opportunities in news and sports journalism across all platforms. I have taught wonderful students at the high school and collegiate level. Always, I learned more from them than they did from me. I’ve been a high school administrator. I spent ten seasons as a high school varsity football coach. I’ve been an advertising executive. I’ve hosted nationally syndicated television entertainment shows. In maybe the biggest honor I ever received, I was selected by NASA to be “Chet The Astronaut” for the “Land The Shuttle” simulator at Space Center Houston. (All I can say there, is “Do as I say, not as I do.” I put that thing in the Everglades more often than not.) Most recently, I just wrapped up a decade as a television news director, during which time our teams distinguished themselves in holding the powerful accountable, achieving both critical and ratings success.

What does all that mean? It means I am profoundly grateful. It also means I’m ready for “next.” So here we are. Radically Rational. It’s an idea I woke up with in 2017. I scribbled “Radically Rational” on a piece of notebook paper and used a magnet to stick it on our refrigerator. I saw it every day, and it just would not leave me alone.

I am second in charge at Radically Rational, LLC. My wife, Jo (also known as BB), is the president. Clearly, I have failed in my attempt to sleep my way to the top of this organization.

I hope you will learn that I’m loyal as a Labrador. But I will admit that this doggie can bite every now and then. My promise to you? I will show up on time. I will go like hell. I will listen to you earnestly and attentively. I will hold myself accountable. I will never be the least bit hesitant to say, “I don’t know,” when I don’t.

But then I’ll try to find out. Let’s do it.