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There is no equinox in America. We are in perpetual solstice.

We have licensed ourselves to believe any fiction we choose.  And reject any established fact we merely find distasteful. English has a term for people like that. Children.

We have completely perverted the concept of freedom, both at the individual and societal level.

“Acting more like children…than children.”  -B. Streisand

Children rearing children.

The arrogance of ignorance.

The narcissism of arrogance.

“Death by anti-science aggression.” Dr. Peter Hotez.

WWII generation would be horrified. Polio?

You’re freaking out about a mask, Cupcake?

We turned our lights out during WWII to avoid night time bombing.  Family leaves theirs on because it’s inconvenient. Neighborhood gets wiped out. Was that an expression of “freedom”? You’re not a patriot or libertarian. You’re an idiot and an asshole.

“I’m not gonna turn on my headlights after dark. If you don’t wanna get hit, stay home, bitch.” Freedom!

Analogous to smoking.  You’re making everyone else smoke.

Belief in facts, science and rationality IS the genius of America.  It was more than anything else the foundation of American global leadership. Was.

Apollo 13. Perfect combination of rational thought…and duct tape.

“Hidden figures”? You get the numbers right, you get the job right. Dissenting “opinions”? 

“You are not my countryman. You are my eternal enemy.  No matter the subject, no matter the facts, I will oppose you because you are my mortal enemy. I will oppose you, facts me dammed. If you say that water is wet, I will oppose you.”

“Sticking it,” to you, is more important than my life.  Or my children’s lives. Insanity.

Unlike previous American generations, we actually had the ability to solve our problems. We refused to do so.

“What a beautiful world it will be. What a glorious time to be free…”

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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.