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Those beautiful babies were not only tortured for up to an hour and 20 minutes before being slaughtered. They were also forced into being the only rational adults in this entire unforgiveable scenario. We should cry tears of deep shame.

The subject is gun deaths in America. The issue is a complex one. There is no single solution, and insisting there is just ensures and perpetuates failure in our search for a fix. But the subject is gun deaths. So, just as a logical matter, don’t you think the word “gun” would at least come up in, you, know, casual conversation? I watched Greg “Owned” Abbott sell his soul to the Gun Loonies and NRA Friday afternoon in Uvalde. He not only declined, he steadfastly refused to acknowledge that guns have any role in gun deaths. That’s like maintaining that hydrogen and oxygen play no role in water. Or that sugar and lard play no role in donuts.

Once again, let’s include truth, facts, honesty and reality among the casualties of this disgusting and violent pandemic. Yes, I used the word “pandemic.” This is a national public health issue. How is it not? Gun violence is now the leading cause of death for American children. Did you read what I just wrote? Gun deaths are now the leading cause of death for American children. And we’re told guns play no role?

It’s this detachment from reality—this cynical, evil, deliberate detachment from reality—that most enrages me as we await next week’s inevitable school shooting.

The following is not an exaggeration or a figurative assertion. It is a literal and quantifiable statement. These soulless sellouts love guns more than they love children. I said they love guns more than they love children. They personify guns and engage in anthropomorphism (Look it up, mouth breathers.) They imbue guns with human qualities including souls. They regard them as family members. They clearly develop sexual attractions to guns. (Wow. That would then be incest, right?) They worship—in every sense of the term—guns. They elevate guns to religious status. I’m wrong? Then why do we see so many political ads in which the word “Bible” is followed immediately by “bullets”? Why do we hear “guns” immediately followed by “God”? Where’s the link? The only common denominator is pious and intentional dishonesty.

Don’t tell me I’m wrong. I’m right. Your utter and intentional detachment from observable reality is not a “rebuttal.” Nor is just shooting me a possum-grinning emoji as a counterargument.

You have no argument.

You have no soul.

You have no decency.

And you are cowards.

And you share your genus and species with ostriches.

And please don’t ever tell me you are “pro-life.”

You love guns more than you love children. Your deliberate actions and deliberate inactions prove that.

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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.