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Already the only U.S. president twice impeached, Trump continues to overachieve, as Thursday he became the only president—sitting or former—to face criminal indictment.

He’ll face arraignment Tuesday in New York. Not the Tuesday two weeks ago he had predicted, but Tuesday, anyway. So at least on this occasion he wasn’t completely lying.

And understand, this indictment handed down by a Manhattan grand jury will not be a one-off. Trump will face additional state and federal indictments for much more serious crimes. You know, incitement of violent insurrection, election fraud, additional tax fraud, attempting to overthrow the government of the United States, mishandling of classified documents, that sort of thing.

Trump and his shysters reportedly were unprepared for the timing of Thursday’s indictment, thinking it was at least weeks away. In fact, there are reports that Trump had started to believe he would somehow avoid indictment. Surprise, surprise…

Now, of course, we cue the Cultists. Just as they tell us with their pretzel logic that guns have nothing at all to do with gun violence, they’re now predictably claiming that any Trump prosecution by any entity at any time for any alleged crime is purely politically motivated.

Nah, any political benefit for Trump’s opponents is simply “added value.” Trump will face serial indictments for serial crimes because in each case there is sufficient evidence to establish probable cause that he has committed felonies.  You know, that whole “rule of law” thing. That whole, “no one is above the law” thing. Perhaps even the Cultist lap-dog apologists have heard of those concepts.

As we approach Easter, Trump will now use fake nails to hammer himself to a fake cross and become a fake martyr.  How do I know that?  It’s a gift, I guess. I’m Nostradamus.

Trump now routinely tells his MAGA Minions that, “They’re not coming for me, they’re coming for you.”

Wrong again, Donnie. We are coming for you.

As you read this, does it look and sound like there’s some bounce in my fingers on this Friday morning?

I’ll own 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.