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He’s guilty. His organization is guilty. His CFO is guilty. How can I say that? He just confessed. Don’t take my word for it…

“Who knows?” he asks about tax laws.  Prosecutors know. Tax lawyers know. Judges know. Happy I could answer his question.

I’m trying to be helpful.  “Who shot Ashli Babbitt?”  A law enforcement officer who had warned her and told her to stop trying to break into our Capitol, that’s who. She ignored the warning. She committed “suicide by cop.” Very sad. But very true.

I’ve heard that confession is good for the soul. It appears Le Grande L’Orange is concerned about his mortal soul. Too late. He keeps confessing. He has now also essentially confessed to election fraud, again. Direct pressure applied to election officials in Arizona’s Maricopa County.  That on top of what we already know about his squeeze of the Georgia Secretary of State. Folks go to jail for election fraud. Not to mention the “T” word.   See January 6.

“If you say it enough times, people will believe it.”  Well, at least dumbasses will.

Trump is almost as good at unintended criminal confessions as Rudy Giuliani is.  Quoting Sheriff Bart from “Blazing Saddles,” “And they are so…dumb…”

Mercifully, it appears Elsa will not hit Surfside, Florida. Our hearts go out to victims and their families.  But am I the only person who thinks continuing to call this a “search and rescue” effort is cruel at this point?

Nice to see my agent’s boss on national TV this morning.  Superagent Ken Lindner pushing his new book on career and life success.  Cool!

Hey, Phylicia!  Please shut up…please shut up….

Finally, John Stamos?  JOHN STAMOS?

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Paul's Bio

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.