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Zelensky is about to Rope That Dope. This is starting to remind me of Ali-Foreman. Yes, Ukraine has taken a horrendous pounding. But Putin done punched himself out, and he is about to feel the Righteous Wrath of Earth. This is no longer wishful thinking. This is happening. This is reality. Russia is out of money, out of morale, overextended, outnumbered, outsmarted, out of reinforcements, out of food to feed its army, out of arms (at least conventional ones), out of lies and about to be out of business. And Russian mothers have had enough of this. Like Ali came off the ropes to drop Foreman on his grill, Putin is about to hit the canvas. And wait til Zelensky gets our Congress all teary-eyed this morning.

“Ginni, Ginni, who can I turn to?…”

What do you reckon it is that Ginni Thomas, wife of SCOTUS Justice Clarence Thomas, is trying to get out front of? Because she clearly knows she effed up and news stories are in the pipeline.

So, 14 months after the armed insurrection and attempted coup at the U.S. Capitol, Ginni suddenly feels compelled to let us know she was at the party. But it’s kind of like, “Yeah, but I left early. I didn’t like the vibe. I just came for the clam dip. I didn’t have anything to do with the guest list, I only had one glass of Chardonnay, I kept my clothes on and did not sing karaoke.”

So, essentially, she is raising the Shaggy Defense. “Wudden me…”

Better call 867-5309, Ginni.

Oh, and she says she and hubby never talk shop at home…

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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.