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They lie. Who lies? The usual liars, of course. Which is shameful and disgusting. And their idiots believe them. Which is inexplicable.

No. Paul Pelosi was not hit in the head with a hammer by his lover. No, Paul Pelosi did not know his assailant. No, the assailant was not a closet leftist executing a “false flag” mission.

It’s been said (Aldous Huxley) that the biggest insult to human intelligence and integrity is believing in something for which there is no evidence. Translation: Habitual conspiracy theorists are fucking nuts. Hux was right.

Here’s are the facts. DePape is a nut-job, election denying Cultist fruitcake who, like so many nut-job election deniers, is fixated on Nancy Pelosi. How do we know? Because he has said so. Evidence.

The affirmative action case before SCOTUS is a fascinating and complicated one. Yes, cultural diversity is essential for a robust campus intellectual and social environment. Yes, race is often a component of culture. But making admissions decisions based on race is—sorry—definitionally racist, and probably unconstitutional. Yet there is no question that applicants of color have faced historical discrimination, and a strong case can be made that affirmative action is necessary as at least a temporary “fix.” But I found this disturbing. A network news story about this case included a sound bite from a Black student who said, “I can’t imagine a world in which affirmative action would not be needed.”

Really? Isn’t the whole point of affirmative action to get us to the point at which affirmative action is no longer needed?

As I said, this is a fascinating and complicated case.

BB and I voted Monday. It was a positive experience. The process was quick and easy, and the polling place workers were friendly, knowledgeable, helpful and professional. You know…kinda the way this is all supposed to work.

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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.