08/12/22 I’ll betcha a cheeseburger…

Call me crazy. Or call me a hopeless traditionalist. But I don’t think “classified documents related to nuclear weapons” should be pilfered by an ex-president, stuffed into boxes and “secretly” stored at Mar-a-Lago. How about you?

I’ll betcha an extra-lean cheeseburger (if there is such a thing) that this all ends up folding back to Russia…and Saudi Arabia.

So Trump said late Thursday night that he will not object to unsealing the warrant and “receipt” from Monday’s legal search. That’s what he said. I’ll now betcha an order of fries that later today he will say he wants to release the information, but his attorneys are forbidding it.

Either way, Merrick Garland foxed that boy’s jock. If the information is released, Trump loses…maybe everything. But if the information remains sealed, Trump loses.

Who do you think the Mar-a-Lago informer will turn out to be? My money’s on Ivanka.

Dang. I just looked at my above copy. What’s with my “wagering” theme today?

Have you been keeping count of how many sane people among Trump’s advisers and cabinet members seriously considered trying to invoke the 25^th Amendment? You can’t tell me that’s “normal.” And you can’t tell me it was “politically motivated.” And you certainly can’t tell me it was “no big deal.”

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Ben says:

August 12, 2022 at 12:36 pm

I had a $10 flyer on Ivana from beyond the grave behind the 19th hole

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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.