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There are people now questioning the very foundational legitimacy of the Supreme Court. I know that because I am one of them.

Lines have been irrevocably crossed, standards have been violated and trust has been forfeited.

SCOTUS justices are no longer sober arbiters. They are power-drunk executives of Political Action Committees.

Go back and watch and listen to Alito, Gorsuch and Kavanaugh lying their asses off during their respective confirmation hearings. They were not under oath, so I guess that makes it ok, right?  Not really.

My current fantasy is to talk Susan Collins into a card game. I’d clean her out and steal her grandkids’ inheritances inside of ten minutes.  Can you say, ”gullible”?  Again?

And then there’s the Ginny Thomas travesty, too. Let’s not forget that.

You know, Chief Justice Roberts has always struck me as a quiet, mannerly gentleman. But if he locked those other eight robes behind closed doors and raised his volume to 340 decibels and threw in a few hyphenated epithets, I would not blame him in the slightest.

Let’s add J.D. Vance to the seemingly endless list of Shameless Toadies Who Have Forever Lost Their Dignity. You were right the first time, snake.

As a corrections official, you never want to have a “special relationship” with an inmate, do you?

So, it wasn’t just a Trevor Noah joke. Last weekend’s White House Correspondents Dinner has in fact proved to be a COVID super-spreader event. What the hell did they THINK was going to happen? There was no guess-work here. This is no mystery. This was not “bad luck.” This was math and science being math and science. It was inevitable. It was GUARANTEED, in fact.  How long is it going to take for people—of all political stripes—to realize that Hey 19 don’t give a fuck about your politics, your religion or your “own research”? How long?  I don’t know. Clearly two and a quarter years and a million American deaths has not been long enough. We suck.

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  1. Right on, Paul. Love this commentary. Reason does rule in some households, but there are too many people out there who vote for leaders — mostly male leaders — who either are appallingly ignorant, or, more likely, refuse to spout the truth. So sick over what’s happening in this country. My faith in the Supreme Court — now Politicized Court — is shattered beyond repair, unless something is done to change it. . .fast.

    1. Thank you very much for your comment, Jeanne. Your views are always welcome! You speak the truth.

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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.