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Remember the days of Project Apollo? The boys and girls at the Cape would put the Saturn V stack together in this big-ass barn called the Vehicle Assembly Building. Then they’d stick it on this bigger-ass tractor called the Crawler Transporter to take it to Pad 39-B.

As soon as the V peeked outside that barn, everybody gasped. Holy shit! Will you look at that thing? It was really pretty frightening.

I’m pretty sure that’s the way LeGrande L’Orange and the Cult will feel tonight when the Jan. 6 Committee rolls out the facts. At least the ones who have the balls to confront the facts.

Holy shit!

If you are secure in your religious beliefs (and I hope you are), why are you obsessed with imposing them on others?

Why not just walk through your own life as a man or woman of universal good will?

Your arrogant dogma is off-putting to say the least. You want to portray yourselves as humble servants. In fact, you are narcissistic, insecure autocrats.

It’s not just arrogant. It is intellectually vacuous.

Why do you desire to control others to validate your beliefs?

The following is more about logic than theology.

“How do you know everything in the Bible is infallible?”


Uhhh…do you see a problem here?

Written by humans (men). Very selectively compiled and edited by men. Translated thousands of times by men. Misrepresented by men. Cynically taken out of context by men. Politically co-opted by men. Wildly inconsistent and contradictory. Opportunistically manipulated.

But it’s infallible, right? Why? Because it says in your Bible that the Bible is infallible. Uhh…

Yet you won’t believe your own eyes when it comes to the attempted overthrow of the United States government. And your gun is clearly your true divinity.

Go back through religious and philosophical history. Thousands of towering intellects (and about as many morons, too) have written hundreds of millions of pages attempting to prove the existence of (their version of) God and assert the infallibility of (their version of) the Bible.

The arguments appear to be morally compelling and intellectually “deep.” But then you realize the authors are contorting logic and jumping through more hoops than an Airedale Terrier at the Westminster Dog Show.

Ultimately, after all of the loftiness, it finally comes down to this, in every case.

How can you prove God exists?


This, inevitably, from some of the greatest minds in human history.

Asserting certainty about that which is definitionally uncertain is moral failure and intellectual dishonesty.

Let’s talk more about books. I like books. I got lotsa books. For example, one of my favorites is titled “Crochet Made Easy.”

But I don’t go around 24-7-365 telling every human being I have even a chance encounter with that they are going to burn in hell if they don’t accept every word of Crochet Made Easy as the literal word of God.

I don’t dislike you for your beliefs. I don’t dislike you at all.

But know this. You are a drag. I mean, you are a DRAG! You never saw a party you couldn’t poop. I mean, not even Sly Stone could get you to loosen up.

You are not doing your “cause” any favors, either. You are about as subtle as a blindside crackback below the waist, which at some point prompts reflexive earhole retaliation.

Damn, man. Give it a rest.

Sometimes it’s just a foul ball.  Sometimes it’s just a ham and cheese.

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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.