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Here’s what we know. He has flushed government documents. He has without clearance or authorization moved at least 15 boxes of government documents and other materials from the White House to his residence in Florida.

Those are facts. And those facts are hard, tangible, physical evidence of criminal activity.

We will learn more. We will learn the subjects and contents of those documents. We will learn whether any of those documents are classified. But a central fact—the central fact—has largely been established. Presidential documents were handled illegally.

No, this is not a “witch hunt.” No, this search was not “politically motivated.” No, it’s not a “hoax” or “fake news.” No, he is not being “persecuted,” and he is anything but a “victim.” He has not been treated “unfairly.”

And it doesn’t appear to have anything to do with “Hillary.” Agreed?

Sure, these mounds of evidence will have political value to his opponents. They should. They should disqualify him from future public service. But this search was not initiated for political reasons. It was conducted for legal reasons, and it was done by the book. It was executed because there is overwhelming probable cause that crimes have been committed. It was mandated by a legal search warrant that had to meet an extremely high and stringent legal standard, given Trump’s status as a former president.

The system worked in this instance, up to this point. We are a nation of laws, and no one is above those laws.

Though he never submitted it, Joint Chiefs of Staff Chairman General Mark Milly was right when he drafted a letter of resignation in June of 2020 that accused Trump of “doing great and irreparable harm to my country,” and that Trump had made “a concerted effort over time to politicize the United States military.”  That does not describe a Commander in Chief. It accurately describes a wannabe dictator.

Here’s what struck me about Monday’s death of Olivia Newton-John. I never before fully realized the uplifting and inspiring impact she had on girls and young women, particularly at a time when the voices of girls and young women often went unheard.

Finally, I leave you on this Tuesday with a question. What kind of idiot species plays “Russian Roulette” with a nuclear power plant?

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Paul's Bio

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.