06/21/22 I got the binary blues and the solstice sullens…

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Hey, we finally made it to Summer!

I got the Binary Blues. The Lowdown Gut Bucket Binary Blues. I kindly ask you to hear me out.

Binary. Either 1 or 2. (Or either 0 or 1, if you’re really into this stuff.) Either A or B. Either black or white. Two and only two choices. All in or all out.

Bat guano crazy or bat guano crazier. There’s your full roster. These would all seem to be kind of limited options, wouldn’t you say?

This is what Slim Pickens would have called a boxed canyon. No way out.

The sample size is now sufficient and the evidence is conclusive. Our two-party system is now a dismal failure, and is THE impediment blocking a return to sanity.

Reduced to picking between two and only two unacceptable options, rational Americans have effectively been disenfranchised, and are understandably frustrated and even depressed.

Our two-and-only-two party system has created two anti-polar universes, each continuously and disdainfully repelling the other.

The vacuum has been filled only by Crazy and Crazier. When sanity is not welcome, insanity is all that walks through the door.

Our two-party system rewards and even demands extremism at the exclusion of reason.

Only extremists need apply in the two parties’ respective primaries, guaranteeing that it’s Nut Job vs. Nut Job in general elections, including local school board elections. Don’t kid yourself.  Local school board elections are now purely tribal escalations of our national culture wars.

It’s broke. We must fix it or perish.

Yeah, I got the Lowdown Gut Bucket Binary Blues.

You want crazy? We now have “Republicans” declaring war on “Republicans” about who is more Republican and who is not Republican, when the truth is there IS no Republican party anymore. Hunting licenses? No permits required? No bag limits? RINO hunting? Actual and credible death threats?

Crazy Is Not Cool. And we have zero chance of climbing out of this hole until we make it clear that crazies of all stripes are gonna have to eat their lunch all by themselves.

The Uvalde school massacre happened 28 days ago. We have now been fed 28 different stories. This is a disgrace, and an insult to the 21 victims and their families. I am always hesitant to use the “c” word. But there are some folks in this tragedy/travesty who are looking pretty cowardly, not to mention incompetent.

We already have a global water crisis. A global food crisis is now looming. Those of you who have ever used a history book for something other than a beer coaster know that this is when pretty much everybody starts killing pretty much everybody else.

Hot fun in the summertime, right?

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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.