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He just makes stuff up. And the Cult doesn’t care. In fact, the Cult woofs it down.

No, Tangerine, you can’t “automatically” declassify government documents “just by thinking about it,” and those documents are not yours to take anywhere you want.

But I will concede that our chronic problem of mishandling sensitive material continues under Biden and apparently goes all the way back to the Reagan administration.

I know this. Our allies cannot trust us, and that is not a minor problem.

Hard to believe that DeSantis is Ivy League educated, isn’t it? He doesn’t really believe any of his own garbage, does he?

Does it look a little bit to you like SCOTUS is trying to clean up some of its p.r. issues? I was shocked Wednesday when the Court at least briefly took its tongue out of the gun lobby’s mouth.

Remember all of those fun times in algebra class when you had to isolate a variable on one side of the equation and solve for its value?  We’ve now done that with respect to American mass shootings.  Yeah, it IS the guns.

Of course, I want Harry and Meghan and everybody else to be safe. And, no, I have not forgotten about Diana. But CNN’s breathless wall-to-wall coverage of Wednesday’s Paparazzi Gate was an embarrassment.

I mean, not, say, a Don Lemon or Chris Cuomo size embarrassment, but certainly not a shining moment, either.

It’ll be interesting to see how Kaitlan Collins fares in her new prime time slot starting next month. I’m agnostic.

“I can chew and walk gum at the same time.”  — George Santos. Yes, he actually said that.

And then there was MTG chanting, “Impeach Biden! Impeach Biden!…”  Uhh, for what? Doesn’t that typically require an impeachable offense?

Ukraine can win this war. Now is the time for us to increase our aid and support, not walk away.

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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.