08/17/22 Stay in your lane, Fat Boy. – Radically Rational

08/17/22 Stay in your lane, Fat Boy.

There is no “fringe” wing of the Republican Party. This is now what this party is and who these people are. Searching for sanity? You will not find it there. Nor will you find truth. The “mainstream” of what has become the dictionary definition of a cult is completely founded and predicated on a lie. And to refuse to lie is to be excommunicated.

All respect to you, Liz, despite our differences. Like you, I’ve never wanted any job badly enough to sell my soul.

I need an image to feel good about. The rollout of that Artemis I rocket to the pad at the Cape will help.

Nice move by the NBA, which has announced it will not schedule any games for election day, November 8.

BB and I are both fully vaccinated and double-boosted. We are both 68 and both have just enough issues to make us not want to get COVID, thank you very much. Toward that end, we carry masks and don them when we deem it advisable. We had them on while standing in line at Subway Tuesday. Fat Boy started to openly harass us about the masks. First time in the entire pandemic that either BB or I had encountered that. Fat Boy then smugly heads for the door. Hell, yes, I followed him out. I told Fat Boy to stay in his lane. Earnestly. He seemed to get the message as he put his fat tail between his fat legs and silently slinked off. Here’s the deal, Fat Boy. If YOU get COVID, you’re a dead man. So BB and I are trying to protect even YOUR dumb ass. You’re welcome.

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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.