01/26/23 What’s so difficult here? – Radically Rational

01/26/23 What’s so difficult here?

Trump is coming back to Facebook? Sure. But if he again incites violence or spews additional demonstrable lies, cool his arse again. This is simple.

And speaking of liars, Santos now says that not only was he a target for assassination, but that he was in fact assassinated. But it, you know, got better…

DeSantis’s War on American History is not only a distortion. It’s erasure. Not that there was ever really a doubt, but this whole ultra-right wing tsunami of insanity is propelled by nothing other than blatant White Supremacy and fear of white “displacement.” “Fear—It’s What’s for Dinner.” In many ways, DeSantis is an even bigger threat to American democracy than is Trump, if only because Ronnie has at least 80 (sinister) IQ points on The Donald. Of course, so does your average end table.

Administrators knew that six-year-old kid had brought a gun to school? And did nothing? Uhh, is this a “Second Amendment issue,” too? This is just “the price we pay for freedom,” I guess.

Of course I “Back The Blue.” When The Blue is right. When The Blue is legal. When The Blue is honest. When The Blue does its job with integrity. When The Blue serves justice. But when The Blue beats a human being to death for no apparent reason? Nah, I don’t Back The Blue.

Do you think my position is irrational?

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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.