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What was there to be seen was undeniable, unmistakable and untenable.

The question now is who saw it. And it’s a given that the American Ostriches who most needed to see it, didn’t. Because they chose not to see it in order to extend their willful and shameful ignorance and fantasy.

But it was there to be seen. And it was conclusive.

The Big Lie? He knew it. Everybody knew it. They all knew it was “bullshit.”

The riot? It was anything but spontaneous. It was a vicious, violent, armed insurrection spawned by seditious conspiracy.

It was all coordinated, premeditated criminality. “Stand back and stand by.”

He encouraged the violence. He liked the violence. He reveled in the violence.

He failed to stop the violence, when he could have done so at any time. People died. Other lives are forever scarred.

He didn’t call in the National Guard. Pence did. But then Trump wanted credit for it.

He told the insurrectionist traitors that he loved them and that they were “special people.”

He was fully willing and even eager to sacrifice the vice president of the United States. He said the mob that wanted to hang Mike Pence “maybe had the right idea.” Consider  that. He thought that a lynching at our Capitol was “maybe the right idea.”

Free and fair elections that enable and even celebrate the peaceful transfer of power are the foundation of our government.  Not a man. Not a flag. Not an anthem. A principle. And he defiled it.

Groundlessly and wantonly attempting to overturn an election in order to illegally remain in power is by definition an attempt to overthrow the government of the United States. It was an attempted coup. It was treason, literally and legally. But it almost worked. And it might work next time, because the American Attack Ostriches remain as malignant as they are willfully blind.

Sadly and certainly, the defense of the indefensible will continue and even crescendo. This vacuous and insidious apologia is devoid of substance, of course, grounded only in grunts like “hoax,” “fake news,” “media bias,” “political” and “nuh-UHHH!”

Sorry. “Is, too.”

Starting the very afternoon of Wednesday, January 6, 2021, the gaslighters have told us that we didn’t see what we saw. That it wasn’t what it clearly was. That it was no big deal, or even that it didn’t happen at all. 

And even if something happened, that was then and this is now and we need to “move on.” Let’s “stop living in the past.”

This isn’t the past. Our current survival and our future fortunes are in immediate, clear and present danger.

It didn’t work last time. But it very well might work next time absent a national recommitment to real “American values.”

What was there to be seen Thursday night was undeniable, unmistakable and untenable.

The question now is who has the courage and integrity to see it, and to see it for what it is.

I think the formal, legal term for this insidious and treasonous conspiracy is now officially “bullshit.”

Sine die.

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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.