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Delay, distort and deflect. Delay, distort and deflect.

You don’t think he’s going to stop now, do you? Why would he? He always gets away with it.

Interesting that the Special Master decision was announced on a federal holiday (and largely a media holiday as well). I can’t say I was surprised. The judge had already tipped her hand.

It’s a “win” for Trump in the sense that DOJ has to hit the brakes pending an appeal of the decision. But it’s important to remember that Judge Cannon rejected Trump’s groundless claim that his Constitutional rights were “callously” violated in the Mar-a-Lago search.

There can be no doubt that Trump is being afforded special treatment. Targets of investigations don’t typically get to make the rules. Some of you will tell me that the “raid” was unprecedented. I’m telling you that the criminal behavior of a POTUS was and is unprecedented as well.

But there’s no hyperventilation in this corner, and I don’t think Merrick Garland is breathing into a paper sack, either.

This will delay the process. It will not derail it. Facts are stubborn things.

In the meantime, Trump will delay, distort and deflect. He is once again blowing the dog whistle of violence. He is promising that if he is elected in 2024, he will pardon treasonous armed insurrectionists. He is groundlessly attacking the FBI and the DOJ. In his syphilitic-like dementia, he is calling for an immediate re-do of the 2020 election. He claimed to have had dinner at the White House last week.

White House?  It’s Nut House time.

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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.