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Remember the good ol’ days when “C” just stood for “Conservative” rather than “Crazy”? CPAC?  “Crazies Parading as Conservatives.” True Conservatism is an intellectually-based philosophy. These Crazies reflexively reject out of hand anything that even hints of intellect.  And they’re proud of it. Whatever these folks are, they are not Conservatives.

And let me see if I have this straight.  These Crazies are essentially FOR COVID?

This is harsh. But numbers can be harsh. And the numbers are clear. Going forward, if you wind up in the hospital or morgue because of COVID, it’s your fault. Give or take 8-tenths of one percentage point. And it’s the very people who whined and bitched the most about the pandemic who refuse to put an end to it.

How very “soccer” of you, England. Disgusting. Just proves (again) the “need to kneel.”

An arsenal found in two hotel rooms just a block away from Denver’s Coors Field, site of tomorrow’s MLB All-Star Game? Yikes.

Hey, I was glued to Richard Branson’s Evel Knievel thing yesterday. It would have been even cooler if Dickie had worn a cape over his flight suit, but it was still a helluva show. There is still nothing “operational” or “routine” about spaceflight. That said, somewhere Alan Shepard is chuckling while enjoying a vodka martini and a good cigar.

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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.