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I begin Thursday by expressing my gratitude that I don’t share an attorney with Alex Jones.

So now he’s looking at perjury charges as well as mega-damages to Sandy Hook parents. And he’s still going to have to deal with being the sorriest human being in America.  Can anybody explain to me how he ever gained a following?

So the texts that Jones’ F-Troop attorney accidentally sent to plaintiff’s attorney? What do you wanna bet that in addition to completely busting Jones on his insidious Sandy Hook lies, that they’ll also contain Jan. 6 smoking guns?

The decision by the DNC to funnel money to selected GOP primary candidates is unethical and hypocritical. I’m sure lots of Dem donors are outraged by what is being done with their money.

The scheme is to get the craziest of the GOP crazies into November’s general election, with the belief they will then get slaughtered by Dem nominees.

You can’t scream about cleaning up elections and preserving democratic principles (small “d”) and then resort to this.

It is not only morally repugnant. It is also strategically dangerous.

I reject and condemn this dishonesty in the strongest possible terms.

So now we have to clean up your mess, Pelosi. What was your purpose?

DOJ is now the dealer in the Big Lie/Jan. 6 probe. Garland is now in complete control. And unlike the Jan. 6 Select Committee investigation, MG can take as long as he needs to or wants to.  Trump and his toadies can’t simply run out the clock. Look up “toady.” See Peter Navarro.

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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.