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The unvaccinated cannot be allowed to determine public policy. We let them drive the train for too long and they put it at the bottom of the gorge.  They are now dismissed as “incompetent” with a side of “malevolent.”

They call your wind, “Pariah.”

No, morons. We can’t compel you to get vaccinated. But if you don’t, your ignorant, selfish, dishonest, sociopathic ass don’t work here no more.  Clear? And you will be blamed for all of this, because at this point it IS your fault. And you are going to pay a price—socially, economically and politically.  And as the Eagles once said, “You’ll have to eat your lunch all by yourself.”  Rational people are done with you.  We’re “Already Gone.”

We are blaming you. Because we have a clear path out of this nightmare and you refuse to follow it.  At this point this IS your fault. And we ARE blaming you.

Just as evangelicals never acknowledge each other in the liquor store, now there are reports of Elmer and Ester Gantrys in Missouri wearing disguises on their way to get their vaccinations. “You WILL have the decency not to mention you saw me here, right?”  “Sure. If you’ll do the same for me.”

You’ve heard the personal insult, “Snake Belly Low”? Or “Whale Turd Low”? “Death Valley Low”?  I think we need to update and modernize the term.  How about “Laura Ingraham Low”?

A pair of goodbyes.  First, to bearded bassist Dusty Hill, who died yesterday at 72. As bandmate Billy Gibbons put it, “He put the bottom in the Top.”

Also farewell to inventor/hawker/barker/hustler Ron Pompeil. I’m going to honor him by spraying a little GLH-9 powder on the crown of my head, cruising the neighborhood with my Mr. Microphone in the “on” position and whipping up a little Gil ‘n Guts Puree in my Bass-O-Matic ’76.   Mmmm.  That’s good bass.  And I’ll be back to pick you up later.

Oh, one more thing before I go. The unvaccinated cannot be allowed to determine public policy.

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  1. The CDC and Public Health Officials have been on the mark with their models and predictions, but have largely fumbled the messaging and PR side of things. Add to that a largely scientific illiterate population (We have different definitions of the word “Theory”), hyper-polarization of just about everything, and unchecked spread of misinformation. Quite the dangerous intersection. Stay safe out there!

    1. Spot on, Ben. Sometimes the medium is the message. Sometimes the medium is the massage. The CDC has indeed “rubbed some people the wrong way,” and opened the door for science and fact deniers. Your illustration about “theory” is central to the point. “Theory” doesn’t mean “wild ass guess” in scientific and research terms. “Theory” means “this is now certified as the knowledge coin of the realm until and unless proven otherwise.” In other words, research and knowledge that have been elevated to scientific status of “theory” means it is the current gold standard. Thank you!

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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.