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Tuesday presents advocates on both sides of the Trump indictment screaming match with an opportunity to learn what they’re screaming about.

To date, this “debate” has stumbled along blindly in tribal darkness, with blindfolded Trump loyalists screaming that. “It’s all political,” while many myopic Never Trumpers have already concluded that Trump is guilty of a felony in the Stormy Daniels tawdriness.

Neither side has any idea what it is talking about.  How could they?  Like the rest of us, they have no clue what is in this indictment, and won’t until it is unsealed Tuesday morning at Trump’s arraignment in Manhattan.

After all this heat, finally a little light.

Donald Trump has proved time and again to be an existential threat to the foundations of our country. Our survival as a nation may be dependent on keeping him from a return to the presidency.

But I’m not completely comfortable with this indictment. Understand, if he broke the law, he broke the law, and should be held accountable. But amongst the sharks swimming in Trump’s toxic tank, this is a guppy.

And that makes me ambivalent. To extend the piscatorial metaphor, there are in fact bigger fish to fry.  And those are those big keepers I want fried to a crisp.

Certainly, I can understand wanting to deny ever touching Stormy Daniels with a pole of any description. Nobody would want to admit that, right? And it’s true that paying hush money, in and of itself, is not illegal. Only if the payment is made in commitment of a crime does it become an indictable offense.

Again, we don’t know the first thing about this case. And we won’t until Tuesday morning.

But it’s accurate to say that this charge is relatively murky, at least as opposed to the gin-clear series of felony indictments Trump is inevitably going to face.

My fear—my certainty, actually—is that Trump’s Toadies will use this case as a premise to dismiss the other federal and state indictments that are just up the road.

Stormy Daniels? Whatever. Aside from the embarrassment, I mean.

But trying to steal an election?

Trying to intimidate election officials?

Inventing and perpetuating a Big Lie that that has divided our country like nothing else since the Civil War?

Jan. 6? Defending and even lionizing the Jan. 6 thugs who attacked our Capitol, resulting in loss of life?

Stealing classified documents and continuing to lie about it?

Now, to quote Merle, you’re on the fightin’ side of me.

Bring 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.