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Today’s question. Which state is crazier? Florida or Texas?

Relax. There is no wrong answer.

What exactly did you accomplish with your Border Stunt, Abbott? Other than wasting food, further tying up supply lines, damaging drivers, hurting the economy and ginning-up your toothless banjoists?

But don’t worry. Ron DeSantis and his Angry Anglo Alligators accepted the challenge. Florida just rejected more than 50 high school math textbooks, claiming among other things that the math books contain Critical Race Theory. Math books. Einstein once expressed this in an equation. E=DI2.  “Edumacation equals dishonest ignorance squared.” Don’t argue with Einstein. It’s almost always a bad bet.

Let’s talk liars. First they lie. Then they lie about their lies. Then they lie about the Institution of Lying. This now clearly is the newly issued Cult Talking Point. Just say Jan. 6 was No Big Deal. It’s part of the past. Why are we still talking about this?

Because it was the darkest domestic day in American history. Because it was a premeditated and coordinated armed insurrection whose goal was to overthrow the government of the United States. Because those who perpetrated it have not yet been brought to justice. And because these traitors cannot be left in a position to do that again, which if left unchecked, they clearly will.

No, this issue is very much “present tense.” I would say, “Nice try.” But it’s actually pathetic.

Tomorrow is April 19. If that doesn’t make you a little nervous, you might want to read an American history book, even if you’re in Florida.

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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.