First, I’m NOT going to run for office or even think about a career in politics. I’d much rather be on the business side of helping right a capsized America.

A big part of the problem in America is that politics are just too nasty and the terrible environment scares a lot of good people away.

I also, sure as hell, don’t need anyone shaking down my high-school classmates for dirt on me (the stupid crap we all did as teenagers in high school!) or bringing up the fact I was arrested as a young Navy SEAL for beating up a sheriff deputy in San Diego in 1999.

The short version is that a deputy was manhandling my girlfriend for throwing out a can of beer. We were with friends at the beach. I was designated driver, and a lifeguard asked us to throw away our beverages since a new law had gone into effect that week that said no beer on the beach. When I approached to ask what was going on, Mr. hero deputy jumped me from behind and started to choke me. I pinched his underarm elbow nerve, spun around, and threw an elbow to his face the Rock would have been proud of in his professional wrestling days. His nose erupted like a blood volcano and I spent 1.5 days in jail, it was terrible. The only good thing was that I got respect inside… That’s another story I’ll share later this week. Ok, humblebrag over.

Jail, like modern politics, stinks like a miner’s dirty sweaty underwear.

IF I were to run for mayor I’d do these things.

Start loving on the industries that make New York special. This needs to happen right now. New York City is not dead and will always survive because of tourism. Nevertheless, it’s changing rapidly and the city needs to stop the mass exodus before the demographic shift creates permanent issues. And people are running to Miami like subway rats chasing one-dollar pizza crumbs on the train tracks.

John, a close friend of mine, was trying to keep the lights on in his east village bar until the city clobbered him over the head like a baby fur seal. The city fined him $8,000 for feeding one of his employees insider the bar. John was cooking inside and he gave his employee a meal before he would head home. “Sorry, no indoor dining.”