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SCOTUS flung a boomerang late Friday that after looping around the U.S Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals will almost certainly return to the High Court. The stakes could hardly be higher, going even beyond American women’s access to safe and legal abortions, a right they had possessed for a half century prior to the legal demolition of Roe last June. At the time, the SCOTUS majority insisted that it was not invoking a national prohibition of abortion, but rather leaving that question to the states. But it’s clear now that that assurance was disingenuous, and that the attempt by a cherry-picked evangelical lower court judge in Amarillo to ban use of mifepristone was a brazen back-door run to impose  a de-facto national ban.

The basis for that decision by Judge Matthew Kacsmaryk could not have been more labyrinthine, premised as it was on overturning an FDA safety approval that was more than two decades old. Judges imposing their religious and social views to effectively make national medical and scientific policy is frightening, and its chilling effect on future drug development, whatever the drug and whatever the condition it is designed to treat.

It’s significant that Friday night’s SCOTUS decision had only two known dissenters—Alito and Thomas—and that only Alito put his name on it and put pen to paper. That means that at least one member of the Court’s fire-breathing Conservative Amen Corner, likely along with Chief Justice John Roberts, sided with the majority. I can’t help but wonder if this vote won’t prove to be another judicial head-fake by a Court that realizes it has a major p.r. problem and wants to fade some heat, at least for now.

We’ll find out when this boomerang flies back to The Supremes, which it almost certainly will.

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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.