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Let’s call this “special session” of the Texas Legislature “Panderama.” Could Abbott be any more of a shameless grandstander? I’m introducing a bill that would officially re-name the Texas Governor’s Mansion “The Panderosa.”

Third shot? We need to be talking about everybody getting a first shot, followed by a second shot.

If we don’t up our vaccination rates in every sector of the country, we are going to have to confront a “Delta Dawn.”   And that won’t be a flower she has on.  It will be a flamethrower.  “When will they ever learn?,” indeed.

Olympics? Insanity. You could not come up with a better way to re-stoke the global pandemic if you tried.  WTH?

Multiple reports that the GOP is trying to “restore” the reputation of Marjorie Taylor Greene. “Restore”?  You know, nothing makes me think about Nazis more than COVID vaccines.  How about you?

How often do you get to Haiti, anyway?  Bad Idea Jeans.

We’ve been out of Afghanistan for about 15 minutes now, and already the Taliban has regained control of 85 percent of the country. Look, I agree that it was (way past) time for us to leave, but let’s not act like this was anything other than a two-decade travesty. And despite Biden’s remarks, this IS reminiscent of our tail-between-our-legs exit from Saigon.

Hear me out on this.  We owe our military heroes everything. But let’s get real. When was the last time we could honestly tell an American mother that her son or daughter died for AMERICAN freedom?  World War II?

Wars are easy to get into. They are hell to get out of.

So Richard Branson gets to the launch pad ahead of Jeff Bezos. “Ground control to Major Tom…”

Of course there was a coordinated effort to steal the 2020 presidential election. It was conducted by Donald Trump and his treasonous sycophants.  And it continues. “Accuse others of that of which you are clearly guilty.”  That was always the advice of Noted Political Strategist Goebbels.

Recount after “fraudit” after recount after court challenge after Capitol insurrection. You know what this reminds me of?  Guy who goes into a pool hall and gets his ass kicked in 19 straight games. Then on the 20th, his opponent scratches on the 8-ball. He then buys drinks for the house, and struts back to his skid-row motel room like Foghorn Leghorn.  1-19.  But he’s a “winner.”

When I grow up I want to be just like Zaila Avant-garde. Is there nothing that wonderful child can’t do? Apparently not.

I’d write more, but I’m late for my Bible Study class again. Today’s sermon is about fomenting Civil War.  All in the name of Jesus, of course.

Later.

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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.