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Our real children are in real trouble.

Because in too many cases, adults, their parents, the people whose duty it is to protect them, are themselves children.  Intellectually stunted, hysterical children.

That cannot bode well for actual, chronological children.

Children think they have more knowledge and expertise than actual experts.

Children see conspiracies in everything, including naptime and broccoli.

Children aren’t reasonable. They spew, spasm, and jerk reflexively. Of course they do. They’re children. That’s what children do.

Children don’t lose legitimately or graciously. They get “cheated.”

Children will deny what they saw. And then they’ll deny what YOU saw. Then they’ll deny what everybody saw.

Aside from just snarling, “Is not!” or “Is too!,” a child’s primary (only?) debate tactic is Whataboutism.

Children justify obvious personal and social irresponsibility in the name of their “freedom.”

Children go hysterical over nothing. Like, you know, masks.

Children see everything exclusively in terms of their personal convenience and preference at any given moment in time. Which will of course change in the next given moment in time.

Children find facts to be disagreeable, and not nearly as much fun as fantasy. Children are confident that facts are surmountable.

Children portray themselves as persecuted victims, even at a kiddie park.

Children frequently invent imaginary playmates, whom they then cite to justify their dishonesty and misdeeds.

Children will call others “children.” Children seldom have a thought that is not exclusively emotionally-driven.

Children will argue that untested, questionably produced, possibly contaminated ice cream and candy are nutritionally superior to green vegetables. Then they’ll get hysterical when confronted with the truth.

Gee, I keep coming back to this word, “hysterical.”

Children are children. And we love them. They’re children.

But our children are in real trouble. They are dependent on adult children.

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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.