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Hey, “states’ rights,” right?



So, go ‘head on, Georgia. Exercise your state’s right. All he was trying to do was find 11,780 votes. Which is one more than 11,779…

You know, Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger seems like such a nice, quiet, meek little man. Until, you know…

Donnie gonna be singin’ “Fulton County Blues.” This will ultimately result in criminal charges against the defeated and disgraced former president of the United States.

That’s not just a “good” jury. That’s a grand jury…

Oh, and has the National Archives handed over all those documents to the Jan. 6 Select Committee yet, as ordered by the Supreme Court of the United States? I’m guessing they don’t reflect well on you, Your Orangeness. Start a riot. Fail to stop a riot. Attempt to overthrow the government of the United States…watch a little tv…do a little dance…

“Executive Privilege”? You’re not an executive. And there is no “privilege” to cover up criminal activity. That goes for your toadies, too. Still feelin’ like a tough guy, Bannon?

And fake electors? Really, Donnie? That sounds like the kind of shit only some idiot like Rudy Giuliani could cook up…Seems like you done pissed off the New York State AG, too. Something about fraudulent tax documents and financial statements? That’s not Audrey. That’s her sister, Tawdry.

And the Manhattan D.A. got some questions for ya, too, Pallie.

Remember the woman you denied raping by saying, “She’s not my type”? No, not that one. The other one. Or one of the other ones. Looks like the defamation suit is going forward…That’s a problem…

Oh, and your kids? Hell, it’s everybody for themselves, now. Where do you think they learned that from?

On the same morning we mourn the passing of the Bat Out of Hell, Batshit Crazy is getting closer to the gates of Hades.

I’m a football guy, so I’ll close with a predictable metaphor. This pressure ain’t coming from the edges and corners, Donnie. This is coming right up the middle.

This is Sack City.

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  1. “Sack City??!!” Love it. Yet, even with all the information you provided, people still think it’s “fake news.” My question? How do we turn it around? Not just with a former president, but how do we get people to respect facts and respect the people who deliver those facts? So, it’s fake news, the CDC is dispensing “conflicting” information and the medical profession (Hello Dr. Fauci) has an axe to grind? Where does this stuff come from today? What’s the root cause? I cannot for the life of me figure it out.

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I clearly have the attention span of your median fruit fly.Look! Airplane!

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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.