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Those were amazing pictures from the EHT Telescope capturing—for the first time—the Black Hole at the center of the GOP. Einstein always said it was there, but it’s still exciting to get visual confirmation.

Speaking of visual confirmation, you didn’t need a telescope to see Trump and his lackeys hauling boxes of classified documents out of the White House and vectoring them to Mar-a-Lago. It’s all right there. That’s a felony.

But once again, we’re already being told that we didn’t see what we saw, that we didn’t hear what they said, that they never said it, and if you insist that they did, your only motivation is that you “hate Trump.”  Apparently, the Cult’s “power grid” produces only gaslighting.

Oh, and don’t forget that the whole ridiculous Jan. 6 Select Committee investigation into Jan. 6 is a witch hunt, a hoax, fake news, completely politically motivated and an obvious effort to divert attention away from baby formula. Again. You did not see what you saw. “Premeditated, organized, armed insurrection whose purpose was to groundlessly, violently and illegally overturn the 2020 presidential election and thus treasonously and seditiously overthrow the government of the United States and, for the first time in American history, prevent the peaceful transfer of power?”  C’mon, man. Get over it. That was just Beau, Luke and Daisy Duke letting off a little steam.

So there’s absolutely no reason for those five GOP Congressmen to respond to those committee subpoenas.

Alito, yesterday, as he closes the door behind him. “Hi, guys! What’s for lunch?”

Oh, all that noise about Musk and Twitter? Never mind.

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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.