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Only honest and active seekers of truth will find it. Truth is not “stumbled upon.” Discovery of truth is seldom if ever accidental. Truth is not a passive pursuit.

How can any American, and especially any American elected official of any party, not want to reach the truth about January 6?

The truth is there to be found. The riotous insurrectionists have already identified themselves, as have the planners and organizers. They have already disclosed their motives and objectives. They smugly and arrogantly documented their intentions and strategies, both on paper and on video.

This was nothing short of an armed, violent, organized attempt to overthrow the government of the United States. How do we know that?  Because the criminals have admitted it.

When people tell you who they are, believe them.

And speaking of truth, why has release of thousands of documents surrounding the JFK assassination again been delayed? Don’t misunderstand. I’m not chasing, concocting or promoting conspiracies. I’m simply wondering why release of this information has again been postponed. And I’m really wondering why COVID is being cited as the reason.

Can you think of any scenario, circumstance, condition or rationale that could understandably result in a shooting death on a movie set?  Me, either. That’s criminal negligence on the part of some person or persons. No?

Of course, I’m saddened by the loss of lives and the destruction of families. But the saturation coverage of the Gabby Petito homicide is a legitimate example of dirty media “Laundrie.” And we all know why. Young. White. Female. Blonde. Slender. Dead. It’s the storyline for pretty much every primetime crime drama on every network. Pretty much every single one.

So long to the delightful Peter Scolari. I never had the pleasure of meeting him. I wish I had.

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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.