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Almost as much as their utter disregard for human life (ironic, much?), it’s their detachment from facts, truth, logic and observable reality that makes them radically irrational.

Guns kill people. Hell, yes, they do. That in itself does not warrant banning guns, but denying that guns kill people is a moral and logical dodge. Hell, yes, guns kill people.

Remember, flyswatters don’t kill flies…

Bimbo Boebert likens guns to airplanes. She thinks she’s clever when she says that because we didn’t ban airplanes after 9-11, we should not take any action to limit access to military-style weapons now. Bless her cold, dark little heart.

I’ll keep this tight, lest I risk giving this shrew more time than she deserves. Yes, anything—even a paper clip—can be turned into an ad hoc deadly weapon. But a paper clip’s primary utility is not an implement of death. It was not invented for that purpose. Nor is an airplane’s. Airplanes were not invented for that purpose. (Let me cut you off,  since I know you better than you know yourself. Yes, weapons systems aboard airplanes were later invented to kill people, but airplanes were not. Stop.)

Military style guns such as those used to slaughter school children have no other application than to kill as many people as efficiently as possible, and in fact were invented for no other reason.  There is not even the beginning of a valid analogy here. Nor is there an end to Boebert’s evil idiocy.

Their redistributed talking points (redistributed weekly following each school massacre) prattle on about “Not taking away the Constitutional rights of law-abiding Americans.” See, they think they can just slide their lofty but empty rhetoric past you. WHO is talking about taking away the Constitutional rights of law-abiding Americans? Who? How? In what way? Age restrictions for purchasing certain types of weapons? Background checks? A 48-hour waiting period? Red flag laws? Common sense gun sale regulations? Restricting sales of military weapons?

Do you have a Constitutional right to own a suitcase nuke? Or a surface-to-air missile?

WHO is talking about taking away the Constitutional rights of law-abiding citizens? WHO? How? In what way? How? Stop the bullshit. Yes, I’m talking to you, Pepe le Cruz.

You’re not even going to believe this one. You’re going to accuse me of making this up. A clown got off his unicycle yesterday long enough to get on social media and proclaim without equivocation that what happened Tuesday in Uvalde is the sole and personal responsibility of…Anthony Fauci.


But ultimately all of that pales in comparison to their panicked fear of even using the word “gun” when discussing the issue of gun deaths. The mental hoops and mazes they attempt to hop through when absolving guns of any place in this equation are equal to those you can find at the Westminster Dog Show.

Any mere and obvious suggestion that guns, you know, might have at least a role in all of this trips their Shrieking Hysteria trigger. Pure panic.

Why? Gun worship. I did not say responsible gun ownership. I said gun worship.

Finally, let’s put some mustard on this Pretzel Logic. We’re told that because outlaws break laws that there’s no justification for more laws. Or any laws. They deny that they’re saying that, but it’s exactly what they’re saying.

Yeah, I say we start by removing all traffic lights and regulations before lunchtime today.

That’s mo as in mo. And rons as it rons.


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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.