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Welcome to the Toddlerocracy.

Toddlers in Congress, threatening to hold their breaths until they turn blue if they don’t get their way.

Toddlers in governors’ mansions and statehouses.

Toddlers throwing violent tantrums and going into hysterics at school board meetings.

Toddlers cloaking their childishness in arrogant ignorance.

Toddlers rejecting reason, science, math and facts in favor of superstition and imaginary playmates.

Toddlers posing as “freedom fighters.”

Toddlers who care about no one other than themselves.

Toddlers who feel no social responsibility or accountability.

Toddlers trying—and failing—to raise their actual children into functional human beings.

Toddlers who value their every whim and momentary personal convenience more than they value the lives of others.

Toddlers embracing and advancing brazen lies.  And then lying about lying.

Toddlers who want to be “tough guys.”

Toddlers who won’t accept a safe and highly effective vaccine, but will line up around the block for a box of horse wormer.

Toddlers who whine about “forced compliance.”  Uhh…when you think about it, wouldn’t that describe every law? Yeah, we pretty well force you to comply with red lights and traffic laws. We pretty well force you to comply with seat belt regulations. We force you to comply with no-smoking rules in public places.

We force you to comply with the social norm of wearing pants.

And you’re whining about masks?

“Yeah, but I’m talking about forced compliance with regulations that are a prerequisite for just living a normal life!”

You mean like driver’s licenses?

You are not a tough guy. You are not a big boy. You are not a freedom fighter. You are not a patriot. You’re not even an adult.

Welcome to the American Toddlerocracy, 2021.

Yes, we will impose diaper mandates.

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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.