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Musk first accuses selected journalists of endangering his family and himself by publishing his location and then closes down their Twitter accounts.

Then he discloses his own location by releasing pictures of himself (and Jared Kushner) at the World Cup Final in Qatar.

Musk fires half of Twitter employees and then demands that the remaining half sleep in offices and hallways. “Total commitment.”

Now he says if the results of a shareholder poll indicate he should step down at Twitter, he will.

(Note: As I write this at 5:38 a.m. Monday, the Washington Post just reported that the poll results say he should step down.)

Your move, Genius.

Can you just SMELL the fear coming off this clown? He knows he is in over his head, he knows he may very well lose everything (including any trace of dignity or credibility), he wants out and he is begging others to save him from himself.

Attention Cultists:

  1. Do not ever again dare to portray Musk as a champion of free speech or a “free speech absolutist.” He has no concept of what “free speech” does and does not mean under our laws and system. Plus, he has already tried to silence those who write or say anything he doesn’t want to read or hear.
  • Do not ever again refer to Musk as being either “strong” or smart or a “business genius.” He is none of those things. He is a coward, a bully, an infant and a narcissist.

Who does that remind you of?

Which brings us to “Criminal Referral Monday.”

“Conspiracy to defraud the government.”

“Obstruction of an official process.”

And “insurrection” has a nice ring to it, also, IMO.

I’m going to enjoy this Monday. I tell you that straight-up and with zero apology. I don’t have much tolerance for folks who want to overthrow our government, as supported by overwhelming evidence.

“Evidence.” Are you even familiar with the term, Cultists?

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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.