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I love learning new words.

“Magnetometer” won Tuesday.

He knew. He knew they were armed. He knew what they planned to do. He knew because he had dog-whistled them to do it.

The president of the United States sent armed insurrectionists to the Capitol.

People got hurt. People died. But it was ok because, “They’re not here to hurt me.” Well, allrighty, then.

The president’s chief of staff oversaw the Jan. 6 conspiracy. “Things might get real, real, bad on January 6th.”  Man. Mark Meadows as Nostradamus. Yep, they got real, real bad.  And the Oath Keepers and Proud Boys were recruited by Trump for what we now know was a very clear mission.

Trump was more than fine with the notion of stringing up Mike Pence. He said the mob wasn’t “doing anything wrong.”

Pat Cipollone could clear all of this up in five minutes. He clearly has a conscience. But he, at least up to this point, has no balls. There was “an awareness of criminality.”

“We’re gonna get charged with every crime imaginable.” And, “People are going to die and the blood’s gonna be on your f**king hands.”

And that’s the exasperating part of all this. They know. They know what happened and they know who did it. Kevin McCarthy was absolutely eloquent in his initial condemnation of what happened on Jan. 6, 2021.

And now? Pure coward.

Obstruction of justice.

Seditious conspiracy

Conspiracy to defraud the government of the United States.

Election fraud.

Witness intimidation

Incitement of violence

Let me remind you that Cassidy Hutchinson—like  every other witness in these hearings—was a dyed-in-the-wool, jersey wearing Trump Tribalist.  So spare me the, “This is all just a partisan witch hunt” crap.

From Ms. Hutchinson. “We were watching the Capitol building get defaced over a lie.”

“As an American, I was disgusted.”

Anyone who truly loves America was, and is.

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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.