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Wow. It looks like the roster of people and institutions who “just hate Trump” is growing faster than irradiated zucchini. Wow. This isn’t just a “witch hunt” anymore, it’s a witch safari. Wow. Who knew there could be so much “fake news”? Wow. “Trump Derangement Syndrome” seems to be spreading faster than omicron.

Wow. This is a helluva hoax, don’t you think?

I’ll have the Deflection Special, please. You know, the antifa entree, with a side of BLM and CRT Meringue Pie for dessert. And then I’ll walk the tab, of course.

Has anyone ever been more groundlessly attacked? I mean, at least since those persecuted ordinary citizens engaged in legitimate political discourse?

And still, led by The Great Denier, the Cultists continue to deny.


No. It’s pretty much the definition of fair. He is now trapped in a box canyon of his own creation.

He is not an honest operator in any area of his life. Personal. Business. Political. Family. He’s a serial fuck-up. More than anything else, he’s a serial phony. And a perpetual coward.  And a pathological liar.

And a bully.

You know how you ultimately have to deal with a bully, right?

But he does have this going for him. His soon-to-be new wardrobe will match his complexion, which is nice.

I will literally list the offenses tomorrow.

But for now, consider this. His organization’s own accounting firm is running away from him like Usain Bolt with a hotfoot.

This leads to documentable bank fraud and tax fraud.

Now you’ve done it, Donnie. Forget your criminal negligence and denial at the outset of the pandemic. Forget your lies about the election. Forget YOUR now documented, premeditated plan to steal the election. Forget your attempted coup. Forget your clear incitement of an armed insurrection. Forget the fact that you failed to lift a finger or utter a word for three hours and eight minutes. And even then, it was only to tell the criminals that you loved them. Forget the stolen and destroyed documents.

Forget the fact that you spent four years betraying our allies and giving aid and comfort to our enemies (the fruits of which we are dealing with as I type).

OK. But now it’s clear you have committed bank fraud and tax fraud. Now you’ve done it.

Somewhere, Al Capone is chuckling.

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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.