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Bend over and grab your croutons. Because we’ll all be back in the COVID Soup in no time. We are incorrigible. This is what happens when you let partisan hack, jersey-wearing, unqualified rookie judges make public health policy. This is a horrible precedent. And it is going to bite us in the arse…yet again.

Once you stock up on croutons, get your popcorn ready. It now appears that Julian Assange will in fact be extradited to the U.S. to face 18 criminal espionage charges. Not even Terrell Owens can generate that kind of drama.

The Oaf Keepers told each other that Texas GOP Congressman Ronny Jackson needed “protection” on January 6, 2021. Said that Jackson had, “critical data to protect.” But, no, there was no criminal conspiracy here. No, this wasn’t an armed insurrection aimed at overthrowing the government of the United States. These were just peaceful tourists. Really just another ordinary day at the Capitol.  And Jackson is just a friendly country doctor…And Trump was the healthiest president in U.S. history…and Trump might just live to 200…and…

Yes, the tide is turning in Ukraine. And not in a good direction. As I write, we’re ten minutes away from a Russian-set deadline for Ukrainians to surrender in Mariupol. There will be no surrender. There will be a slaughter. Now what?

Title 42? That was that British band that did “Something About You” back in the 80s, right?  What?  WHAT?

It’s Wednesday. Let’s try to do the best we can.

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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.