Paul’s Daily Ration: 11/23/21 – Radically Rational

Paul’s Daily Ration: 11/23/21

Tell me again that the Ahmaud Arbery murder trial is not about race. I challenge you to tell me that the Ahmaud Arbery murder trial is not about race.

It’s about nothing other than race. The crime was about nothing other than race. The “defense” has been about nothing other than race.

Don’t take my word for it.

“Turning Ahmaud Arbery into a victim after the choices that he made does not reflect the reality of what brought Ahmaud Arbery to Satilla Shores in his khaki shorts with no socks to cover his long, dirty toenails.” -Laura Hogue, defense attorney for Gregory McMichael

Well no wonder three armed white men hunted Ahmaud Arbery down and shot him to death like a trophy animal. I mean, what choice did they have? I mean, come on, here was a Black man in Satilla Shores. So, he can’t be a “victim,” right? By definition, he cannot be a victim. He CHOSE to come to Satilla Shores. Sockless, for gawdsake. And Gregory McMichael, Travis McMichael and William Bryan all had been tipped off about the long, dirty toenail thing.

I’m sorry. I mourn the loss of life, sure. But, really. What were Gregory, Travis and “Roddie” to do? Sure, go ahead and cast the first stone, you self-righteous hypocrites.

Racism? Nah. This was just neighbors helping neighbors.

Under the heading of “You can’t make this up,” did you hear the closing “argument” presented by defense attorney Kevin Gough? (That’s “Goff,” not “Goo,” at least to you.) Gough represents William “Roddie” Bryan, the defendant who shot video of Arbery’s death.

I think the following is an accurate and fair summation of Gough’s remarks to the jury.

“Hey, we all know my client is a hopeless dumbass. And the truth is, I’m not a very good lawyer, either. So howzabout you nice folks cut us both some slack?”

Finally,“Bad Idea Jeans” include:

Tapping our oil reserves
Sending arms to Ukraine

Yeah, those jeans make your ass and your head look fat.

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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.