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Fake News!  Liberal lie!  This is just a summer breeze!  Freedom!  Ignore it!  If you evacuate or even board up your house you are living in fear! 

You have a God given right to ignore this hoax.  The liberal mainstream media is honking this “hurricane” to distract us from Benghazi! 

All hurricanes matter!  Even the ones that don’t exist. 
Why does “Ida” or whatever her name is think she’s special?

Satellite photos? Photoshopped in a Chinese lab to make Trump look bad.

This isn’t about plummeting barometric pressure!  This is about control!

Sunsets kill more Americans annually than “hurricanes.”

Trust in God. Take a spoonful of organic honey, a squirt of warm lemon juice and knock back a full box of cow wormer and you will be protected from the “hurricane,” which, again, doesn’t exist anyway.

Your children are your property.  They don’t get a vote on the fake hurricane. If it gets a little breezy on their way to school, they can use their Scooby-Doo metal lunch boxes as a shield.  I wouldn’t be surprised if Biden dropped an H-bomb on New Orleans, just to simulate a “hurricane.”

I’m not worried. Do you sheep not see this?   “Ida”?  Ida clare it a liberal hoax!  Only cowards evacuate.

Hurricanes are just a mild cold and don’t impact children.  Anyone who dies amidst 150-mph sustained winds was either old, obese, diabetic or had other underlying conditions.

And that clown that runs the National Hurricane Center, Ken Graham?  What the hell makes him so smart?  Ken Graham belongs in prison.  “Ken Graham,” my ass!

Look, those folks in Louisiana had three fake hurricanes LAST year. So, they have built up some fake hurricane immunity. In fact, Louisiana has probably already reached herd mentality.  They’ll be fine!

Patriots, join me in rejecting any false hurricane mandates.

I can see right through these Libtards!

Let freedom ring!

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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.