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I guess I’m a “Syringe Half Full” kinda guy. It’s at least somewhat encouraging to see U.S. vaccination rates creeping back up, however slightly. And most of last week’s bump was in The Mouthbreather Corridor of Arkansas, Louisiana, Florida, Missouri and Mississippi.

Yes, it is beyond time for vaccinated folks to completely socially and economically ostracize the unvaccinated. Of course, first we’ll have to explain to them what “ostracize” means.

There’s growing GOP pressure on Kevin The Weasel McCarthy (“Hey, I was against an armed insurrection at the Capitol before I was for it!”) to “punish” Liz Cheney and Adam Kinzinger. Their “crimes”? They won’t lie, which is the key to the clubhouse, or in this case the nut house. Where and how am I wrong?

Now they will start slandering and vilifying The Capitol Police, who only saved their lives.

I’m making a conscious effort to see “good” and “beauty.” At least we still live in a world in which people will pull a car off a baby.

“Where have all the theme songs gone? Long time passing….”  Yeah, BB and I watched that theme song retrospective last night. So, of course I did what guys do. I made a list of my all-time favorite tv theme songs.  They were all instrumentals. Every one of them.

  1. Route 66
  2. Mannix
  3. The Rockford Files
  4. Dallas
  5. Hawaii 5-0
  6. MASH (Yes, the movie version had lyrics, but not the tv theme.)
  7. Mission Impossible
  8. The Bob Newhart Show
  9. The Dick Van Dyke Show
  10.  Peter Gunn
  11.  Tonight Show With Johnny Carson
  12.  Perry Mason
  13.  Bonanza
  14.  Taxi
  15.  Hill Street Blues

All instrumentals. I think this is indicative of some kind of personality disorder. Lyrics? We don’t need no stinkin’ lyrics!

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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.