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The infantization of American Culture is now pervasive.

Here’s what infants and juveniles do. They license themselves to believe anything they find appealing at any moment for any reason while untethering themselves from any observable fact they find momentarily inconvenient or distasteful.

Early childhood is Fantasy Land, and there actually is significant societal benefit from that cultural swaddling, both for children and their parents. We want to protect our children. We want them to feel secure. We crave their smiles. We make sacrifices to spark those smiles.

One of the things we sacrifice is the truth. About all kinds of things. And it’s usually a loving, benign, and occasionally even noble sacrifice that seems to be hard-wired into parental brains and hearts. Anything for our kids…

“But when I became a man I put away childish things.” The same for women, of course.

Mature adults usher their children into adulthood. Adulthood can rationally be defined as transition into a willingness to relegate childhood Fantasy Land to the basement and embrace a factual universe, however unpalatable.

But because American adults have refused to be adults, our nation is now mired in a state of Extended Childhood.

So now we have folks who can view dozens of hours of video of what can only be labeled an armed insurrection at our Capitol, but then deny it ever happened. “You didn’t see that. You only thought you saw it.”

You didn’t like the results of that election?  OK, then feel free to reject them and attempt to overturn them.

You don’t like representative democracy? Then feel free to try to overthrow it, while denying your intentions.

You can observe a growing percentage of the Earth’s surface become uninhabitable and deny its clearly established cause.

And then there’s this one. “Guns don’t kill people…”

We have pulled our collective blankie over our tiny heads.

I began this post by calling our National Infantization “pervasive.”

No?

Millions of Americans can watch the Bengals’ Joseph Ossai hit Patrick Mahomes three yards out of bounds and deny it, even after they see video and stills that leave no doubt. Even after exactly nobody on the Bengals disputes it. Why? Because they simply didn’t like the result.

Two weeks later, Eagles DB James Bradberry admits that he illegally grabbed Chiefs receiver JuJu Smith-Schuster—a a fact once again verified by video evidence—and about half of the 113 million Americans who watched Super Bowl LVII either deny that it happened, or dishonestly dismiss its impact, or even suggest that the entire game was somehow “rigged,” simply because they didn’t get a cookie.

You didn’t see what you saw. You only think you saw what you saw.

Pervasive.

This is pretty much why we started Radically Rational.  And it’s why we will persist.

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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.