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When I began my corporate communication career in the mid-eighties, CEO’s were flocking to video to sell their visions and products.  As novices under studio lights, they moved like Gumby and kept glancing off-camera for someone to rescue them.  (Inevitably, after their spouses and kids told them how awful they looked, they’d take it out on guys like me.)  Today, CEO’s, middle managers – heck, even interns – log into Zoom and handle themselves like Ryan Seacrest. Back in the day (Did I really just say that?), if you wanted to get something off your chest about politics or anything else, your choices were to complain to your local barber or bartender, take it out on the dog, or spend your lunch hour banging out a “letter to the editor” on a Wang computer and hope that it might appear several days later in the local newspaper.   Today, you can sit in your Fruit of the Looms, drink a skunky microbrew, and unload on the President of the United States on social media, with the free world