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I condemn in the strongest terms possible Biden’s decision to meet with the Saudi Murderer. It is morally indefensible at every level. It is also strategically illogical. So now we’re not only going to kowtow to a killer, but we’re going to invite him to hold us hostage economically?

This is about nothing other than oil, and gasoline, of course. Energy independent? We could be. And should be. And not because we keep drilling until we suck the last drop of oil out of the ground. That’s just a different form of dependence, imprisonment and inevitable disaster. But because the Sun is going to keep shining and the wind is going to keep blowing.

Biomass. Solid waste. Hydropower. Geothermal. Solar. Wind.

And the wind cries “Mary,” even as rational people mutter, “Jesus…”

We’ve had the ability to make a sensible, gradual, incremental transition to renewable energy for about a half-century now. But, as always, we lack the will and the foresight. Because we can’t ever seem to see past the weekend. “Conservatives”?  What the hell is it that they “conserve”? Certainly not coastlines.

Warning. Putin may very well be right about one thing. He has said all along that he will outlast Western values. His strategy in Ukraine has been to simply wait it out until we get bored, distracted and tired. Yep. How can we remain committed to Ukraine when k-pop supergroup BTS is breaking up?

Three-quarters of a point. That’s a lot. And this is like threading an economic needle or hitting the right re-entry angle from orbit. Don’t eff up. Absolutely, we have to cool inflation. But we don’t want to put our entire economy on ice. Good luck with that.

I admit it. I’m going to enjoy hearing the “clang” when the prison bars slam shut on John Eastman. Does that make me a bad guy? I’ll live with it.

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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.