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Vaccine refusers (let’s call them what they are, not “vaccine resisters,” or “the vaccine hesitant”) say they’re not going to “dance” to science-based mandates and advisories. They’ve made that clear.

So it’s time for rational, responsible people to make this equally clear to the irrational and irresponsible. “OK, sugarplums. But understand this. Maybe you don’t want to dance, but you don’t get to call the tune.”

Enough. The unvaccinated cannot be allowed to control public policy.

They are the problem. At this point, this is their fault. That’s harsh. It’s also accurate. So, yes, we are now blaming them and shaming them. It’s time to stop worrying about the “feelings” of ignorant, callous, selfish refusers who clearly have no regard for the lives and health of others. They bray and spew about “freedom.” But they know nothing of the concept, either ethically or legally. In short, they are not “free” to kill us. They are not free to endanger public health, impede education, restrict economic growth and imperil our national security. Hell, yes, this is a national security issue.

Nor are they free to lie. Nor should they be free to hide their vaccination status as it impacts the public at large. The CDC made a huge mistake in trusting the unvaccinated. They cannot be trusted. As soon as they heard that fully vaccinated people could safely remove their masks and essentially resume a “normal life,” they just decided to at least passively pass themselves off as vaccinated and thus liberated.  “Who’s gonna know?” they figured. We don’t. But they do. That kind of reckless dishonesty would torture the  conscience of anyone who has a conscience.

And that’s why we’re where we are after more than a year and a half of this inferno. We had a safe and effective solution. But it’s difficult to solve a collective problem when 40 percent of our “collective” doesn’t want to solve the problem, or in many cases to even acknowledge the problem.

So, they want to divide us into “Two Americas”? Well, then we need two sets of rules. One for the vaccinated, and another for the unvaccinated. Life should be easier and less restricted for the vaccinated, and at the very least less convenient and less comfortable for the unvaccinated. That then requires that we all know who is and is not vaccinated when we enter any public place.  The refusers say they will accept their own risks. OK. Then let the rest of us accurately assess our risks.

That’s going to require documentation. The refusers are good at deflecting and pushing emotional but irrational hot buttons. They’ll start making references to having to “show their papers,” or Big Brother, or, yes, “brownshirts.”  You can bet there’ll be allusions to “tattoos.”

They’ll derisively call vaccination documentation “vaccine passports.”

I don’t care what they call them.

The unvaccinated are the problem. They are why we are where we are, with no end in sight.  At this point, with a clear path to ending this pandemic, this is their fault.

And I am blaming them. And shaming them. You’re damn right I am.

Yes, they must be stigmatized. And ostracized from rational circles. And rejected as honest brokers. We can’t make ‘em dance. But we can make it clear that they don’t get to call the tune. The unvaccinated cannot be allowed to control public policy. Because they have proved they can’t handle the truth

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I clearly have the attention span of your median fruit fly.Look! Airplane!

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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.