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I almost couldn’t be bothered with this blog this morning. We have big problems. Our dog is guilt-tripping us.

BB and I just got back from our trip to Chicago. We had to board Frankie for nine days, the longest he’s ever been apart from us. We’re all back together, but Frankie is giving us four cold shoulders.

Frankie is pissed.  And he knows he has leverage.

You know what I have yet to hear? Anything resembling a logical or rational argument for opposing masks. Deconstruct their rants. They all ultimately come down to this. “I don’t wanna and you can’t make me!”  Coming straight from a crib and high chair near you.

“Masks don’t work!”

Yeah, they do.

“I can’t breathe!”

Really, bitches? You’d prefer a ventilator?

“My body, my choice!”

The obvious political irony aside, it’s not just your body. It’s everybody else’s bodies, too. You don’t get this whole “contagious” or “communicable” thing?  What were you doing during 6th grade science class? Never mind, I know what you were doing. And it turns out, it did in fact make you blind.

“Freedom!”

Nice try. Don’t cloak your ignorant, selfish cowardice in false nobility.  Our personal freedoms end where somebody else’s nose and lungs begin. That’s a bedrock CONSERVATIVE principle. And, yes, I did just call you an ignorant, selfish coward.

“It’s forced compliance!”

Pretty much, Petunia. Like pretty much any other law or regulation on the books. We expect you to stop at red lights. We have seat belt laws. You can’t smoke in public places. Breaking and entering is still frowned upon.

“My kid doesn’t like it!”

Actually, it’s clear that this is a much bigger deal to you than it is to your kid. You’re using your kid as a prop. And do you not realize, or not care, that until vaccinations are approved for children under 12, masks are the only protection they have?

“This doesn’t affect children!”

Did you just suddenly stop paying attention about four months ago?

“It’s big government!”

And prohibiting mask mandates issued by localities, school districts and private businesses isn’t?  Aren’t you the “local and private control” folks? All I ever ask is that you keep your story straight.

“I’m tired of this shit!”

Bingo! Now we’re talking! That actually is the only intelligent point you’ve made yet. I’m tired of this shit, too.

Which is why I’m vaxxed up and masked up, so we can finally get this shit behind us. It’s called “adulting.”

Happy 77th birthday to America’s greatest living singer/songwriter, Robert Lamm.

And I’m not taking this personally. Paul McCartney says that Radically Rational is just a blues cover band. Sir Paul is correct.

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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.