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So, the number of foreign powers who have achieved military success in Afghanistan remains zero. The last American forces left Bagram hours ago.  Thus ends the longest war in American history. Bin Laden is still dead.  That’s good. But now the vacuum that will be created by our exit puts at least 18,000 Afghan interpreters and others who have helped us at grave risk, along with their families. We are not relieved of our sacred obligation to protect them from the murderous Taliban.  Sometimes we’re not very good at thinking these things through.

Have you been watching the COVID numbers for the last week or so? They’re rising again, particularly in locales with low vaccination rates. Remember what I just said about us not always being good at thinking things through?  We just refuse to learn. So we are refusing to win. Almost all American COVID deaths over the past six months have been unvaccinated patients.

Sure, you can tell me the indictments against Weisselberg and the Trump organization are politically motivated. And they no doubt are in part. That doesn’t mean they are false. And there are “smoking spreadsheets.” This does not appear to be the result of random sloppiness. TBC.

In a political landscape increasingly populated by pukey pukes, the pukiest puke of all the pukey pukes is now clearly the eminently pukey Kevin McCarthy.  Zero respect, either as a “public servant” or a man. Disgusting.

Happy Fourth to our beloved country.  It would be happier if we would stop accusing each other of hating America. Sometimes tough love is the only real love.

Now, I’m gonna do what all real Americans do on the Fourth of July weekend. I’m gonna put on some vintage Sergio Mendes and samba my way to the ice chest.

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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.