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“There’s no way they win elections without cheating.”

I’m just pondering this compelling and even overwhelming “evidence” to support The Big Lie, as presented by The Big Liar himself yesterday in Arizona.  Well, I guess that settles it…

COVID.  Heat wave. Stifling humidity. And now a tropical storm heading for Tokyo. Big one, too. Nothing more fun and inspiring than the Olympics, right?  Citius, altius, fortius. Dumber’n’dirtius.

137. No, that has nothing to do with a “medal count.”  That’s the number of Games-related COVID cases in Tokyo.  It’ll be twice that by the time you read this.

“Row, row, row your boat”?  Not now. The rowing competition will be postponed. Why? I just told you there’s a tropical storm coming.  Were you not listening?

I guess the IOC could move The Games to Big Bend National Park. All you have to worry about there is “acid shooting land lobsters” called vinegaroons, aka “whip scorpions.” They can shoot a spray of acid, but reportedly only if you really piss ‘em off. Peace through strength.

Did I ever tell you about the time I absent-mindedly left $54,000 in travelers checks in a men’s room at Big Bend National Park?  No?  I’ll get around to it.

I have the news on while I write. Just heard, seconds ago.  I’m not making this up. Direct anchor quote. “There is no doubt that comedian Jackie Mason was unique. Now we are learning he is also dead.”

Oy.

It’ll be Monday before you know it…

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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.