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Question. Did Pelosi’s trip to Taiwan accomplish anything? Answer. No, other than to completely unnecessarily heighten international tensions.

Cipollone’s federal grand jury subpoena is a pivotal event. And he won’t be able to invoke executive privilege, which cannot be used to hide criminal activity.

But ANOTHER Jan. 6 deleted texts scandal? This time involving Trump-era Pentagon officials? Gosh, this is becoming one heckuva coincidence, isn’t it?

You go, Kansas. Rock, chalk, women’s rights! And the turnout was huge. Beware in November, GOP.

Limited props to Missouri. Apparently former governor Eric Greitens’ sex scandal, campaign misconduct and allegations of spousal abuse by his ex-wife were too much for even the fire-breathers in the Show Me State to swallow.

Half-hearted props to the Senate. Great. The burn pit legislation has made it. But why was that so hard?  Shameful.

In Michigan, GOP Congressman Peter Meijer paid the price for telling the truth. He got primaried by Trump-endorsed election denier John Gibbs.

Hey, Dems. Clean up your act. You can’t scream about wanting to protect democratic principles while pumping money into the primary campaigns of Cult Extremists in the hopes that they’ll get slaughtered in November. That’s not only ethically indefensible, it is beyond reckless and dangerous, strategically. I cannot and will not defend that at any level.

As I write, Cultist Liar Kari Lake has pulled ahead in the Arizona GOP primary for governor. Well, you know, Lake had already declared that if she won, the election was legit. But if she lost, it was rigged. How did we get here?

Congrats, Alex Jones. You are the Worst Person in America. But the gun-worshiping crazies who want to raffle off an AR-15 in Uvalde are closing fast.

Thank you, Mr. Scully. Nobody did it better.

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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.