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“America First”?  Hmmm. Think about it. What recent president has at least attempted to put “America First” more than Joe Biden?  Certainly not his immediate predecessor. Where am I wrong?

Yes. Inflation is a concern.  Vax up, mask up and cowboy up and watch how fast prices recede.

Really? Requiring our under-12 children to wear masks at school is “cruel,” or “repressive” or “illegal” or “an undue hardship”?  How do you feel about car seats and seatbelts?  Stop it.  You’re embarrassing yourselves. Again.

Just, you know, in general.  99.99 percent effectiveness, particularly of a large sample size, is usually considered statistically conclusive.  But by all means wait for the results of further “research,” particularly that offered to you by your hairdresser’s cousin’s exterminator. Stop it. You’re embarrassing yourselves. Again.

You know what is a large “sample size” and a large number? Four and a half billion. That’s the number of COVID vaccination doses administered to date globally. Serious safety issues?  Essentially zero. This may be the most “clinically researched” question in medical history.  Stop it. You’re embarrassing yourselves.  Again.

Fertility issues, miscarriages or birth defects as the result of the vaccine?  Nope. Now thoroughly researched. You know what is real? Fetal health issues as a result of the VIRUS.  Stop it. You’re embarrassing yourselves. Again.

“Personal freedom”?  OK.  That’s great as long as it’s restricted to your “person.” Do you honestly not understand the term and concept of “contagious,” or “communicable”? Do you really not understand that? Are you really that dense, or are you just faking it to protect your political “tribe”? Stop it. You’re embarrassing yourselves. Again.

So Tony Fauci has spent more than a half century devoting his life to American public health, working for presidents and administrations of both parties, just so he could now piss off grandstanding panderers like Abbott, DeSantis and Noem?  Sure.  Makes perfect sense. Stop it. You’re embarrassing yourselves. Again.

And speaking of grandstanding panderers, can you say “insider trading”? Rand Paul. Actually, he hid behind his wife, Mrs. Paul, who stopped making frozen fish sticks long enough to buy up to $15,000 worth of Gilead Sciences stock in February of 2020. Gilead would be the maker of remdesivir. Remdesivir. Hey, that’s a COVID treatment? So, for the holders of Gilead stock, treating COVID (or attempting to) would be more profitable than preventing COVID with vaccines and masks, right? Under the provisions of the STOCK Act of 2012, enacted to restrict Congressional insider trading, Paul was required to disclose this purchase within 45 days. He missed that deadline by 16 months.  Remdesivir.  Reads like something you’d see on an eyechart in your ophthamologist’s office, doesn’t it?

Results of the 2020 Census will be released later today.  Yeah, these are the numbers that Congressional apportionment and redistricting (see “gerrymandering) will be based on.  Here’s what has already been released. There are about 331,400,000 Americans.  That’s up about 7.4 percent from 2010. That reflects a slowdown in population growth. But the growth we’ve seen is primarily in the South, and primarily among minorities. That’s not really news.  We knew that. State legislatures knew that.  See “voter restriction laws.”

I leave you with a question to ponder.  Who is the biggest and stinkiest skunk? Pepe LePew? Andrew Cuomo? Or Art Briles?

Happy Friday Eve.

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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.