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Who needs the Kardashians when we have the Supreme Court? SCOTUS has now officially been relegated to bad reality tv.

This is more than disturbing. It is alarming. It is not, however, surprising. I’ve accepted the death of Roe v. Wade as a certainty since the Court agreed to take up the Mississippi case. This one’s a wrap.

For the past five decades, we could have renamed the Supreme Court the Abortion Court, since it often appeared that nobody in America—including the justices—cared  about anything else.  Seriously, let’s play a word association parlor game. If I say “SCOTUS” you say “abortion.” The words are synonymous and inseparable.

This was a “culture war” before the acronym LGBTQ was even invented or anyone first thought about attacking Mickey Mouse or refused to bake wedding cakes. Abortion is unquestionably the definitive “us vs. them” battle line.  And this will not be a mere cultural skirmish. It will be a full-scale war that has been brewing since 1973.

We were told that Roe was “settled law” and a Constitutional “superprecedent.” We of course were told that by SCOTUS nominees themselves, who we all knew were lying their robed asses off during their confirmation hearings. You could almost see them winking and nodding at the rest of the “tribe.”

“Just wait until we can get five votes.”

Well, they waited. And they got ‘em now. And they don’t even need Chief Justice Roberts.

So, to a large extent, “That’s just the way it is,” Bruce.

OK. But here’s the alarming part. We learned about this through a LEAK of a DRAFT? That’s not “Audrey.” That’s tawdry.

And as a result, we are now officially one step closer to literally splitting into two countries. This is that big a deal.

Roe was always vulnerable, Constitutionally. Yep, there was some pretzel logic employed in that decision, regardless of what seems to me a fundamental right for women to control their bodies. There are some holes in the “privacy” argument.

But we learned about this on a Monday night in May. That’s not the way this is supposed to work. And we learned about it through a leak of a draft. That’s not supposed to be the drill, either.

It was like a particularly bad Kardashian re-run. Bad reality tv.

Hmm. Bad Reality TV. Ultimately cynically produced by The King of Bad Reality TV.

Let’s concede this. He said he was going to do this. And he did.

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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.