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Understand, I don’t have a grain of sympathy for Kevin McCarthy. He is a lying, hypocritical, opportunistic, transactional skunk of the first order, a man who appears to be devoid of any redeeming qualities. He got exactly what he deserved. He made a Faustian deal with the devil(s) that briefly gained him a gavel, but lost him his soul and dignity.

It’s the classic storyline. The Greek playwrights had this one down, as did Billy Shake. A man sows the seeds of his own destruction. I have not an ounce of pity for Kevin McCarthy, the former Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives.

But I weep for our country. We’re not even us anymore, as we descend further into Third World Country status. Our government is paralyzed by dysfunctional incompetence, fueled by nothing other than blind and bitter tribalism.

All of this as we have already started a new countdown to a government shutdown.

“Gag” order, indeed. “With a spoon,” as Valley Girls used to say. Trump’s reckless and unfounded words and behavior would choke a buzzard. His speech and social media posts reflect what and who he is—an organized crime boss. Judge Engoran finally ran out of patience and told Donnie to don a muzzle. That’s appropriate attire for a yapping mutt.

And while we’re on the subject of annoying chihuahuas, The Cultists apparently have received their weekly talking points. They are now parroting Trump’s absurd argument that he should not have been charged with business fraud because nothing was harmed and there were no victims. That then, they say, proves that the charges are politically motivated and that the trial is a “witch hunt.”

That broom won’t fly. By definition, fraud involves deceitful and illegal harm inflicted on people and institutions. Our financial system was damaged. Our legal system was damaged.

By grossly inflating his assets, Trump was able to jack up his credit and loan limits, while reducing the interest rates he paid on those loans. That’s fraud, and yes, it harms institutions, people, and competing businesses and companies that comply with the law when submitting financial statements. Duh.

That’s not harmless.  That’s not “victimless.”

It’s also not legal. That’s why these laws are on the books.

And by summary judgment, Judge Engoran has already found Trump guilty of breaking those laws. This trial is about nothing other than how much money Trump and His Spawn will have to fork over.

This ain’t about “witches.”  It’s about gangster sons of bitches.

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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.