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Please don’t misinterpret this morning’s brevity and bluntness as rudeness.

It’s just that I have neither the time, the patience nor the tolerance for bullshit on this, the final day of October.

Of course, those were domestic terrorists who overran our Capitol on January 6th.

Of course they were. How were they not? How were they not the very definition of domestic terrorists?

Domestic? Check.

Terrorists? Absolutely. They terrorized members of Congress. They terrorized police and other law enforcement officers. They were armed. They used those arms to harm others. (Let me cut you off. I know you better than you know yourselves. Yeah, these arms weren’t guns, at least in most cases. But aren’t you the folks who say guns don’t kill people? That anything can be used as a lethal weapon?  Yeah, that’s you.)

These domestic terrorists threatened to kill the Speaker of the House. They were not kidding when they said they wanted to hang the vice president of the United States.

People died.

Terrorists generally have a “cause.” Check. Their cause was to overthrow the government of the United States. How do we know? They said so. They continue to say so. Not even the 9-11 terrorists had such an ambitious goal.

Which brings us around to why shameless apologists for these criminals insist they were not “domestic terrorists.”

Because they were almost exclusively white. And a lot of them included “Jesus” in their seditious gibberish.

And we all know that White “Krisschins” can’t be terrorists, right? Nah, they’re simply Christian Soldiers.

Only Muslims can be terrorists. We all know that.

And, besides, I’m pretty sure that was Antifa. Or an FBI set-up.

Were these traitors domestic terrorists? Yes. Period.

First the toadie apologists essentially told us Jan. 6 never happened. Then they told us it was no big deal. Then they told us the insurrectionists were “just normal tourists.”

Now we’re being told that it was just an updated episode of the Dukes of Hazzard. You know, a bunch of Lukes and Bo’s just got likkered up and a little carried away, that’s all. But they good ol’ boys…

Their defenders now simply refer to the rioters as “knuckleheads.” Even Charles Barkley would consider that an understatement, don’t you think?

Please don’t mistake my bluntness for rudeness. But on this, the final day of October, I have neither the time, nor the patience, nor any tolerance for bullshit.

Stop the gaslighting. We saw what we saw. We heard what we heard. This was an attempted coup.  How do we know?

They said so. And they continue to say so.

Domestic terrorists.

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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.