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Mark Meadows is indeed contemptible. He is also an idiot.

Book? Bad idea, Markie Mark.

Executive privilege? After you’ve already turned over thousands of emails and other documents? Hilarious.

And apparently you were shocked that Daddy Donnie takes a dim view of all of this? And now you’re about to soil your pants?


Congrats, Meadowlark. You are now the first former Congressman to be found in criminal contempt of Congress.

And now DOJ is going to hammer you.

Ask yourself this question, M. You have lost almost everything and you’re about to lose whatever is left.

For whom?  For what? Was it worth it?

Next to be excommunicated and then politically executed?

Kevin McCarthy. Count on it.

And keep an eye on this. The Turtle sees the writing on the wall. He knows where this is going. Right into the fat lap of Donald Trump. The Turtle is disgusting and completely transactional, but he is not stupid and he is not historically unaware. He knows that Jan. 6 will go down as the darkest day in American history and he doesn’t want his name forever attached to it. He will drop Donnie in the grease.

How long before LeGrande L’Orange formally disowns Don Jr.?  A week? Has he already done it?  That will be quite the Christmas party among the Trump clan, doncha think?

Those will not be Christmas carols being sung by GOP Congressmen. They know what they texted on Jan. 6. And they know that Lizzy knows who they are. And they know they will inevitably be outed. So get ready for the Hallelujah Chorus as they try to do some pre-emptive spinning and ‘splaining. “Sing, Sing, Sing!”

And still Laura Ingraham insists it was not an insurrection. Then what was it?  I’ll wait.

Remember the infamous Rosemary Woods 23-minute audio tape gap? Now we have a newer, longer and more infamous gap.

187 minutes. For three hours and seven minutes the POTUS did exactly nothing as rioters violently stormed our Capitol.

And when he finally said something, he told the criminals he loved them.

This is all coming unraveled, Donnie. As it was always going to.

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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.