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The Blaaaaame Game.  “Marsha Marsha Fo Farsha…Banana Fanna….” No, not that. China: “Oh, yeah, America?  You can’t blame us for COVID!  We’ll blame you! Everybody knows that coronavirus leaked out of U.S. Army lab in Maryland!  Everybody knows that!”  The Blaaaame Game…

Evidence?  Who needs evidence these days? Certainly not MyBrainTumor Clown Mike Lindell. I think the WHO needs to investigate whether Lindell suffers from dementia caused by allergic reactions after he aspirated chicken feathers and rat turds.

Hell, yes, there was a coordinated effort to steal the 2020 presidential election. And Donald Trump almost pulled it off. Seems like there might be a little lingering “push back” in Georgia, though. There are reports that the grand jury convened in Atlanta to investigate Trump Dirty Tricks in the Peach State is making peachy progress. Yes, this is a criminal investigation.

Booster shot?  Here’s my arm. Do what you will…

Americans received 700,000 vaccines yesterday, the most in a single day since July 3. It’s always heartening when our national collective IQ jumps that much in 24 hours.

But there’s still cause for concern.  31 percent of GOP voters say they will never get vaccinated.  Because, you know, it’s a “liberal” virus…

Quick blog today. Jump over to my sports stuff. Gotta go. I still can’t find my West African banded cobra. 

And I still can’t find the 11,780 votes I need. But, remember. 11,780 are all I need…

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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.