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I See You?

No, you don’t. Not if you’re in Texas. We are pretty much shit outta beds and that means that you or a loved one may be shit outta luck.

And this was completely avoidable and completely self-inflicted. And now what’s about to happen is completely inevitable.

Yes, I said, “what’s about to happen” as a certainty. Because, sadly, it is. This is all math and science, and has been from the jump. These numbers are already in the equation. The gun is already loaded and the fuse is already lit. We (once again) guaranteed that over the July 4 weekend. It’s too late to run for cover, and besides, there’s no safe place to run to, anyway.

Four weeks ago, Texas was averaging 1,500 new COVID cases per day. Now, it’s 7,800. But don’t worry. It’ll get worse. Way worse.

As I write, Metro Austin has 16 ICU beds available. Amarillo, Wichita Falls, Killeen, Waco, Beaumont and Victoria all have less than ten. Abilene has exactly zero.

Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio and Houston ICUs are all above 90 percent capacity.

This is Third World Shit that is the result of Third World Thinking and Third World Leadership. A new and ambitious threshold of insanity has been crossed as we send our children back into schools, pretty much defenseless. You’d like to think your state’s governor would be an ally in this fight, or at least not an enemy, but…

Hell, yes, I’m angry.

I’m angry because there’s nothing more irrational than people who just refuse to win. That to me would be the working definition of “Losers.” If you simply refuse to win in the presence of a clear path to victory, you’ve earned your “L.” And if you get your medical and scientific information from your wife’s hairdresser’s snaggle-toothed third cousin, you ARE the problem.  This is now your fault. We are now holding you accountable. And you are going to pay a price—socially, economically, politically and historically.

Facts are clearly out of fashion these days.  That’s why we founded Radically Rational. Who’da thunk that simple sanity would one day be regarded as “radical”?

Here are the facts. Our vaccines work. At least for now. Unvaccinated COVID patients are 25 times more likely to wind up in the hospital and also 25 times more likely to assume room temperature. The vaccines are not “experimental.” This groundbreaking mRNA digital technology was developed more than a decade ago. The vaccines contain no virus or virus particles, either living or dead. The vaccines do not impact fertility or fetal mortality. You know what CAN affect fetal health? Maternal COVID.

More facts. This is not 2020’s COVID. The Delta Variant is bigger and badder than your homeopathic bullshit. No amount of honey and lemon juice is going to save your ignorant ass. There is no “your” science. There are no “alternative facts.”

Yes, it’s true that vaccinated people can nevertheless contract the virus. But, first of all, they are WAY less likely than unvaccinated people to become infected. And a fully vaccinated person is almost certain to avoid the hospital and The Grim Reaper.

Yes, it’s true that vaccinated people can transmit the virus. But they are WAY less likely than unvaccinated people to transmit it.  Yes. The Meedja fucked that up yesterday. Many outlets essentially and mistakenly reported that vaccinated and unvaccinated people are equally likely to transmit the virus. That is inaccurate. That is in fact dead wrong.

Masks work. Not perfectly, but effectively. Especially if you’re under 12 years of age and masks are pretty much all you got going for you.

This is no longer a Codger Disease. This thermal wave is being fueled by young people. They are getting really sick. They are dying.

For now, our available vaccines are still protective against Delta. But as long as half of our population remains unvaccinated, there will be future mutational variants against which we will be defenseless.

There has been no scientific “flip-flopping.” Knowledge is cumulative. We learn what we learn when we learn it. And then we learn some more.

These are the facts. They are not “my” facts. They are the facts.

But I am not the least bit confident that some of you can handle them. I’m a football guy. We’re all only as good as our last performance. “The Eye in the Sky Don’t Lie.”

And all the video we have on you for the last year and a half is you putting the ball on the ground.  You’re fumblers. We don’t keep fumblers.

This wasn’t always totally your fault. But it is now. Because we have a clear path to victory and you won’t follow it.

Congrats.  You have earned your varsity letter.  It’s a big block “L.”

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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.