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Putin was confident he could control Kyiv and every piece of Ukrainian ground west of the city in five days or less.

We are now in Day 12 of the Russian invasion. The Russian Army is an untrained, undisciplined, unmotivated, immature, inefficient, disorganized, poorly coordinated, incompetent, obsolete Paper Tiger.

And there’s a stuck-in-the-mud (figuratively and in some cases literally), out of gas, out of food, out of motivation Russian convoy stalled at the border, just waiting to be obliterated.

This whole thing doesn’t look like a “foregone conclusion” to me.

True, this all depends on how crazy Putin wants to get, and that’s a sobering thought.

But here’s reality. The Russian economy is in tatters, and what remains of it will disintegrate shortly. Russia is an international pariah, and enjoys exactly zero meaningful global support. Sorry to tell you this, Belarus, but you don’t count. Eritrea sounds like a urinary tract infection. It’s for you, Syria. It’s Nobody on line three. And Lil’ Kim, you’re still a pathetic little clown, even if we ourselves have a pathetic little clown defeated former president who still wants to stick his tongue in your mouth.

Ukraine may now be in position to play The Long Game. The Ukrainians can take this deep into the fourth quarter, and perhaps beyond.

Because they will fight. And then they will fight some more. And they’re just flat-out smarter than the Russian Army.

Did you hear the one (true story) about the Ukrainian man who, when confronted with a group of Russian soldiers who demanded access to the roof of his building, warmly invited them into his elevator, hit the button, let the elevator climb halfway between two floors, and then turned the power off?

As far as I know, those dolts are still in that ‘vator. And they are now no doubt out of sandwiches.

Putin simply doesn’t have enough troops, enough money, enough support or enough brains to fight a protracted war of town-to-town, house-to-house, fully committed Ukrainian resistance over a period of months or years.  

This ain’t over. The Light of Real Freedom will never be snuffed.

One more thing. I said Real Freedom. Now I want all of you candy-ass, cupcake, snowflake, shrill, ignorant, arrogant, selfish, narcissistic faux tough guys who have been losing your minds about having to put a piece of cloth on your face to take a deep look at these Ukrainian heroes—and then take a deep look in the mirror.

Now go bitch about gas prices on your way to Starbucks.

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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.