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It’s all there. “On wax.”

He has essentially confessed that he is guilty of conspiracy to defraud the government of the United States and guilty of egregious violations of the Hatch Act.

And, seriously, his only defense against these criminal charges may end up being “insanity.” I’m not kidding. “Willful blindness” is not a legal defense.

Only a bat-guano crazy man would persist with this “stolen election” crock. And only fellow Nut Jobs would continue to believe it. They deserve each other. But we deserve much better.

This garbage is now so universally de-bunked it’s hard to understand how it ever got “bunked” on the first place.

But as Congressman Kinzinger put it in his closing remarks at Thursday’s hearing, “Facts were irrelevant.”

That will be the historical epitaph of Trump’s Reign of Petulant Ignorance.

You folks who are criticizing Merrick Garland for dragging his feet? Please. He has just been waiting for the Venus Flytrap to snap shut.

Trump is trapped. “Just say the election was corrupt and leave the rest to me and the Republican congressmen.”  That would probably be a pretty short trial, wouldn’t you think? Everybody would be out of that courtroom by lunchtime.  That’s not a smoking gun. It’s a blazing bazooka. That’s a wrap.

Trump is toast. As is Giuliani (who really can plead insanity, I guess). As is John Eastman. As is Sydney Powell. As is Jeff Clark.

Oh, and we haven’t yet even mentioned the spitball the State of Georgia is loading up.

And the Pardon Party of Mo the Ho, Gaetz, Brooks, Biggs, Jordan. Perry, Gohmert and MTG will have no place to hide, either.

“Partisan witch hunt”? How? All of this damning testimony comes from Republicans.

There are some striking parallels to Watergate, a half century ago. In both cases, it was a handful of honorable Republicans who saved our bacon.

But here’s the difference, at least to date. In Watergate, once the tapes were released, even the most rabid Republican Nixon supporters had to give it up.

These current recordings are even more inculpatory and conclusive. But the lies not only continue, they’re planks in the platform of the Texas Republican Party.

“Facts were irrelevant.”

Y’all excuse me now. I gotta go get ready for tonight’s gig with my new garage band, The Italian Satellites.

Y’all call me if there’s an oil spill.

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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.