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They knew. They all knew. Trump’s staff. Trump’s son. Trump’s Toadies, including the Croaking Corps at Fox News.

They all knew. Oh, they cared. But they cared only about preserving and advancing their lies, which they knew were lies. They cared nothing about our country, our system, our democracy, the Rule of Law or the Constitution they so frequently and dishonestly mis-invoke.

They cared only about preserving their intoxicating power, and protecting the Leader of the Cult who empowered them.,

How do we know this?

Because they said it. It’s all there. In writing. No hearsay. Documented.

And this was all part of a pre-meditated, orchestrated, cynical, illegal plot to overturn the legitimate results of a free American election and overthrow the government of the United States.

How do we know?

Because it’s all laid out in a 38-page power point presentation. The Gang That Can’t Even Cheat Straight.

Donald Trump Jr. knew. “He’s got to condemn this shit ASAP. The Capitol police tweet is not enough.” And, “We need an Oval Office address. He has got to lead now. It has gone too far.”

Understand, Junior couldn’t even summon the balls to communicate directly with his father. He had to text Mush-Mouth Meadows.

The Phox Phonies knew.

Sean Hannity knew. “Can he make a statement? Ask people to leave the Capitol?”

Brian Kilmeade knew. Text to Meadows: “Please, get him on tv. Destroying everything you have accomplished.”

And, maybe most deplorably, Laura Ingraham knew. “Mark, the president needs to tell people in the Capitol to go home. This is hurting all of us. He is destroying his legacy.”

Translation. He is threatening MY (Ingraham’s) career and power-trip.

And less than 24-hours later Lyin’ Laura was on the air telling the Cult that there was no riot, that it was no big deal and rolling her lyin’ eyes while smirking, “It was certainly not an insurrection,” a lie she has repeated every day since January 7.

She knew. And then she started saying that Antifa ate our homework. 

Cultists (and you are the actual dictionary definition of cultists), your masters fed it to you. And that’s on them.

But you ate it. In fact, you lapped it up. And that’s on you.

Busted. If you had any decency, you’d put your mangy tails between your legs, dig a deep hole, crawl in it and stay there.

But if you had any decency, we wouldn’t be in this spot to begin with.

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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.