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It’s always good when I can pull out this quote 37 years after the release of Sixteen Candles.

“No more yanky my wanky!  The Donger need FOOD!”

In this case, intellectual food.  No more bullshit. No more. No. More

Fact. 700,000 Americans have died. Are you just oblivious to that number?

700,000. And counting. The United States leads all the nations of the world in COVID deaths.  There is no spinning this. That is unacceptable. There is not a single excuse. It’s a tragic embarrassment.

We had multiple opportunities to win over this pandemic. And we just failed (refused, actually) to do it.  There are no bigger losers than those who simply refuse to win.

Still, the apologists fall all over themselves trying to rationalize this. (And, WHY?) They embarrass themselves by referencing a disease with a “99 percent survival rate.” Could you be any more clueless, dishonest and mathematically illiterate?

The issue is not mortality RATE. The issue is volume of death. And the issue is duration of this pandemic, when we have the ability to control it.

We are not going to bend to The Toddlerocracy.

Quit your infantile whining, roll up a sleeve and get vaccinated.

The vaccines are safe and remarkably, historically effective.

But they’re “experimental,” right? While you line up to swallow horse-wormer.

It’s a mask, bitches, not a tracking device or the Mark of the Beast (whatever the fuck that means).

The truth is that most of you Cultists look better wearing a mask, anyway.

Masks are no more an infringement on your “freedom” than red lights.

I’m sick of whiny little wuss cowards wrapping their superstition, selfishness, ignorance, arrogance and blind tribalism in lofty notions of “freedom.”

After you put your masks on, accessorize it with a diaper, babies.

Or Donger ain’t gonna buy you no tacos.

No. More.

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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.