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“Seditious conspiracy.” Look it up. Actually, I’ll save you the time. It means domestic terrorism. It means a pre-meditated, planned, organized, coordinated, and in this case, yes, armed insurrection with the intent to overthrow the government of the United States.

Are you familiar with the details of the indictment? Air-tight.

Just peaceful tourists, right? Just Bo and Luke getting drunked up and havin’ a little clean fun, right?

No big deal, right?

I’m guessing Uncle Joe is glad it’s Finally Friday. Because Thursday was a sho-‘nuff stinker for him.

SCOTUS bit him in the tookus. With friends like Manchin and Sinema, who needs rattlesnakes? Voting rights advocates in his own party abandon him when he climbs into the Bully Pulpit to preach about voting rights?

The Biden presidency is over. He’s landlocked. Stymied. A lot of it is his fault. A lot of it isn’t. But as Three Dog Night once wailed, “It really doesn’t matter.”

Here’s what does matter. We have a completely dysfunctional government. And there’s enough blame to go around. Nothing to get smug about, Cultists.

Of course Djokovic has to take his lying ass back north of the Equator. Why was there ever a question about that?

Let’s get through Friday.

What do you mean I’ve been stripped of my military titles and can no longer refer to myself as His Royal Highness?

That’s some shit right there!

p.s. Happy 10th anniversary, My Love!

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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.