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My first 2:47 a.m. Wednesday observation is that we need a word to replace the overused and often misused “surreal.”

Not everything is “surreal.” And even fewer things are “ironic.”

But some things are in fact “tired.” That would include Trump’s worn-out act.

“Those are my documents.”

No, they’re not. The law could not be any clearer.

“I had an absolute right to those documents.”

No, you didn’t.

“Jack Smith is demented!” “He does political hit-jobs for a living!”

Really? Smith is a registered independent, has frequently gone after Democrats and has never donated to a Democratic campaign.

“This is election interference by Joe Biden!”

There is not the slightest evidence to even suggest that. Quite the contrary. Republicans have provided virtually all of the evidence supporting indictable offenses in this and other Trumpian scandals, current and pending.

“The Mar-a-Lago search was unconstitutional!”

Nope. It was legally authorized.

“I’ve done nothing wrong!”

Blank stare from me.

“I did everything right!”

Only if by “everything” you mean nothing.

Oh, and you know what is admirable about co-defendant Walt?

Nauta damn thing.

If “practice makes perfect” then Trump’s attorneys (whoever they are at a given moment) are going to get plenty of “reps.” We haven’t even gotten to Jan. 6 and election fraud yet. Those lawyers will have this arraignment thing down pat pretty soon.

Of all the lame defenses put forth by Trumpers, the lamest is,”I don’t always like his behavior, but I liked his policies.”

Policies? POLICIES? What policies?

Policies involve planning, consistency, philosophical foundation and national benefit.

Policies? Donald Trump? He has no policies other than childish personal gratification.

“I liked his policies” sounds a lot like the bigot who opens with “I’m not prejudiced, but” right before launching into a racist tirade.

Cultists’ only “policy” demand is that Trump hates the same people they do. This has always been about White Supremacy, right from the jump.

It’s all so “surreal.”

One more thing. I invite you to scroll down the blog tag here at and read the excellent column provided by our partner Anthony Pittman on Mike Pence’s Chronic Spinelessness.

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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.