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So, it was a 21-year-old Air National Guardsman with machismo issues. And a gun worshiper to boot. I’m shocked. SHOCKED, I tell you! I guess he figured chicks dig traitors. This sorry saga will damage our national security and international standing for decades. Our enemies know we are vulnerable and our friends won’t trust us. And who’s in charge of our secret document security procedures? Pauly Shore?

If Clarence Thomas had an ounce of honor and integrity, he’d resign before lunch. So we know he’s not going anywhere. This is not a trifling matter. Don’t even think about telling me this is “no big deal.” It’s a very large deal. It is an historic scandal that further erodes Americans’ trust in our judicial system.  Man up and speak up, John Roberts.

And I’d be interested in hearing from you, too, Anita Hill.

We’re about to find out whether SCOTUS justices consider themselves physicians and pharmacologists.

Still, I see glimmers of hope. Like what happened Thursday in the Arizona House. Members, many of them Republican, kicked a whack-job, Big Lie election denier out of that august body. Told her to pack up her shit and leave. Expelled her. Said she had brought dishonor and ill repute on the House. No, this is not the same thing as what happened last week in Tennessee. The procedural mechanisms are similar, but the core issues are not.

I don’t know who will be the GOP’s presidential nominee in 2024. But I do know it will not be Donald Trump. That’s not wishful thinking. That’s ice-cold analysis.

Screeching bigots notwithstanding, that was a savvy and astute move by Anheuser-Busch. Socially, morally and economically A-B got it right. That was a solid business decision that was thoroughly researched. This was about the future. This provided an invitation to young people to give Bud Light a try. It would be the absence of this move that ultimately would be A-B’s demise. The future is clear. And it includes the marginalization and ultimate extinction of bigots and their irrational and morally bankrupt hatreds. Attention, bigots. Your future is all behind you. You’re pretty well over.

And who loses their shit over a beer can in the first place?

You have to promise I did not disclose this to you. But I’ve been off beef for two months. And I must concede it has had positive results. But know this, too. I’m grilling a big ass NY strip tonight. And you can’t stop me.

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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.