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Today’s Poll Question:

Whose “self-defense” defense is more ridiculous? 

  1. Kyle Rittenhouse’s
  2. Travis McMichael’s

Don’t stress.  There is no wrong answer.

Cultists have spent the past two years proving they know nothing about biology and virology. Now they are proving to be equally ignorant and arrogant about economics.

There are countless things for which Americans can properly dog Joe Biden. I have done so and will continue to do so as warranted. But blaming Biden for rising gas prices is an eye-roller. This is pretty basic. Largely because the pandemic was so horribly mismanaged (under the previous administration), demand for gasoline plummeted.

You with me so far? Am I going too fast for you?

As demand declined drastically, production then slowed and gas prices fell. Drastically.

Let me know if you need to take a little break.

Our economy is now roaring back. Yes, we have inflation, and yes, it is a concern and yes, we have to address it.

But economic ACTIVITY is largely back to full throttle. So now there is enormous demand for gasoline. That’s a good thing. But the supply is not there, at least not yet. You can’t just turn on the gasoline spigot after production has been slowed for this length of time. It’s gonna take a while for supply to catch up to this suddenly exploding demand.

And until then we’re going to have high gas prices.

Biden has nothing to do with this.

Blame Adam Smith.  I’ll give you time to look up Adam Smith. Then we’ll have some milk and cookies and let you take a nap.

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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.