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He has one move. Delay and deflect. There would be no justification for delaying Trump’s trial until after the 2024 presidential election. Voters deserve clarity before casting their ballots. We all have a right to a speedy trial. It is telling that Trump doesn’t want one.

Oh, and you do realize that this will hardly be the only Trump Trial, right?. Jumpin’ Jack and Fani are just getting warmed up.

Who’s dumber than Tommy Tuberville? That’s a tough one. But maybe Jim Jordan. Gee, what a pleasure it will be to watch Jordan grandstand and bloviate later today at the Judiciary Committee hearing. But I take comfort in the knowledge that Christopher Wray has at least a 200 IQ point advantage.

Back to Tuberville. Here’s a guy that has to be begged (and now obviously threatened) to condemn White Nationalism. How did a brain that small ever grasp the basics of Cover Three?

And yet our system is so broken that that imbecile is currently the most powerful Senator in the Chamber, one who has not only the power but the desire to weaken our national security.

The distinction of “Person of the 21st Century” is already wrapped up, and we’re not even a quarter of the way through the century. It is Volodymyr Zelenskyy. Giant. I understand his frustration with NATO. But in this case, he is wrong. Now is not the time to admit Ukraine.

The entire Florida coral reef ecosystem is coming undone in the hot water. Coach goes all Charlton Heston. “God damn you all to hell.”

The world has lost a literary giant. RIP, Milan Kundera.

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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.