04/05/23 MAKE NO MISTAKE, “RELATIVELY” OR “ABSOULUTELY.” IT IS INDEED A “BIG DEAL.”

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Re: The first criminal indictment of a sitting or former president in U.S. history.

There’s the “relative.”

And there’s the “absolute.”

Relative to the oncoming train of state and federal indictments that inevitably await Trump, this one is the caboose.

But once again, Trump and his Mob Goons are the clown car.

The 34 criminal counts filed against Trump on Tuesday are by no means a trifling matter. They document felonies for which wayward, dishonest American citizens are routinely indicted and convicted. Donald Trump is no longer President Trump. He is citizen Trump. Ain’t that America?

And don’t even start with, “Michael Cohen is a convicted liar.” This case is not dependent on Michael Cohen. As with all of Trump’s other sloppy transgressions, there is overwhelming hard, documented evidence. And are you sure you want to bring “liars” into any conversation about the Liar in Chief?

In absolute terms, Tuesday’s indictment is a very serious matter. A series of premeditated, conscious, conspiratorial, criminal decisions were made to falsify legal documents. The intent was to use these bookkeeping lies to commit another crime—election fraud.

“Here comes Peter Cottontail. Hoppin’ down the Felony Trail…Hippity-hoppity conviction’s on its way…”

Don’t forget to bring your bonnet and basket.

Trump’s motive was clear. He was trying to dishonestly and illegally impact an election—in this case the 2016 presidential election. Heard this one before? Turns out the past was once again prologue. Crimes were committed in order to facilitate larger crimes.

Consider this. Exactly no one is claiming that Trump is not guilty. Nobody. Instead, the Cult is again leaning on its Oldie but Goodie: “It’s all political. And it’s no big deal.” It’s always, “No big deal.” It’s never a big deal, regardless of how enormous a deal it is.

It is a big deal. And there are much bigger deals to follow. Being found guilty of rape, even in a civil case, is a big deal.

Stealing, hiding and continuing to lie about classified documents, and thus imperiling our national security, is a big deal.

Plotting and inciting an attempt to violently overturn an election and overthrow the government of the United States is a big deal.

Pressuring—and even threatening—election officials and the vice president of the Unites States to break the law is a big deal.

Attempting to prevent the peaceful transfer of power for the first time in U.S. history is a big deal.

Trump has no factual defense in any of these big deals. So he is doing what he always instinctively does. He resorts to deflective personal attacks.

The DA in Manhattan is an “animal.” (That may be the loudest dog whistle in both human and canine history.)

The judge and his family are Trump Haters.

The DA in Atlanta is a racist.

The Special Prosecutor is a “lunatic.”

And now Junior is going after the judge’s daughter?

In the weeks and months to follow, Trump will be under at least three felony indictments. And I’d probably bet the over.

Here’s the hard truth that Trumpers can’t handle. Ultimately, they are not only showing complete disregard for our country and its institutions. They are also showing no respect for themselves. It would be comical if it weren’t so pathetic.

Me? I’m taking heart and comfort in my Lockhart High School math skills. I can add. I can cypher. Trump is unelectable in a general election. The numbers are just not there. Hell, he was unelectable—and unelected—in the last presidential election. The current and tragic iteration of the GOP—the Group of Prevaricators—may well succeed in committing suicide, with my blessing.

But Donald Trump will never again be president. And our republic will survive and heal.

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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.