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Anyone else having a hard time figuring out what self-styled “Conservatives” are trying to conserve? Other than racism, disease, selfishness and ignorance?

Certainly, there is no effort to conserve life.  Stop it. The COVID travesty speaks for itself.

“The Economy”? We would have the wind at our backs by now were it not for their countervailing hot air.

“The Rule of Law”? Jan. 6 and the attempted coup ends that argument.

Democracy itself? They’re against it. Clearly. Weigh their own words and actions.

Decentralized government and local control? Parents in Florida and Texas would laugh if they weren’t about to cry out of outrage and frustration.

“The Constitution”? That may be the biggest eye-roller of all.  Uhh, it doesn’t say what they say it says. Quite the contrary. Let me refer them to the Establishment Clause and equal protection provisions. Either they won’t read it or they can’t.  And by “it,” I mean “the printed English word.” 

Reason? The next trace of evidence The Crazies introduce about pretty much any of their conspiracy fantasies will be the first.

Truth? Their “moderates” no longer even acknowledge the concept. Their radicals have open disdain for it.

Earth? Mama’s cryin’.

This is a “truth in labeling” thing with me. Just stop calling yourselves “Conservatives.”

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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.