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Trump’s not the first man—or woman—to fudge about his weight. But saying “215” with a straight face is reflective of his complete inability to tell the truth about anything, even the most obvious or mundane.

And it’s that denial of and disdain for the truth that has now earned him his status as Georgia Inmate No.Po1135809.

215? That Tater Head is one tot away from 320.

And that mug shot? That’s what happens when your role model is Benito Mussolini. Oooohhh….I’m SCARED!

Maybe Rudy gave him some posing tips following his own Glam Shot session on Wednesday.  

I’d say His Orangeness is now kind of “overscheduled.”  Wouldn’t you? Damn. His calendar is now more loaded and marked up than one of my football spotting charts.

I thought the whole “sweet surrender” thing fell pretty flat as a television event. BB and I finally decided to catch an episode of The Lincoln Lawyer on Netflix instead.  Mickey Haller is a bad man. The ladies seem to like him, too. 

So now Jim “Dandy” Jordan is going after Fani? That old rasslin’ coach is going to regret that. She’ll pin his ass.

The United States has had a 247-year history of political disagreements, expressed on various levels of intensity. But for the most part, they’ve been conducted with at least a lip-service mutual commitment to democracy. That’s why all of this is a whole nuther thing.  Now we have a political “party” whose zealots will look you right in the eye and say, “Fuck democracy.” Nope. This is no longer “business as usual.”

And I’m still waiting for The Stepford Cultists to explain to me why conspiring to illegally and dishonestly overturn the confirmed results of an election in order to prevent the peaceful transfer of power was not an attempted coup.  Of course it was. It was the definition of an attempted coup. It was a complex plot to overthrow the government of the United States. Nothing less. That’s treason. Where am I wrong? I’m not.

Mark Meadows is demanding his case be moved to federal court, claiming the charges result from his duties as a federal official. Not completely frivolous, and his lawyers had to run that one up the flagpole. But bet on “hell no” and lay the points on that one. We’ll learn more from a hearing on Monday.

I’m hearing media types refer to Prigozhin’s demise as an “early death.” No. It was right on time in Putin’s zone.

Oh, and a lot of TV foofs need to jettison cliché references to Trump “sucking all of the oxygen out of the room.”  (Apparently no O2 is reaching their brains.)

This helpful suggestion also extends to “in real time” and at “the end of the day.” But, “Details are sketchy.” And “Time will tell.”

The old news director in me wants to open my door and scream, “Get in my office! Now!”

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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.