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Americans of all political stripes. Do we really want to run this Biden-Trump thing back? Wouldn’t we all appreciate regaining some sense of national order, normalcy and stability?  Would, say, one full week or even a day without chaos kill us?

I’ve said 347,284 times that the best thing for our country would be that neither Biden nor Trump is president on Jan. 20, 2025. If you really want a four-year Trump revenge tour you are both a sadist and a masochist. Biden? Yes, he is too old for the job, and my sense is that he deep-down doesn’t want to be president until he reaches 87 or he doesn’t, whichever comes first. But here we are, because the Dems have no “bench.”

Right now, nobody not named Trump or DeSantis even shows up in GOP polling. That’s right now. But that can change, and we can all pray that it will. Trump may soon be, shall we say, “indisposed.” And DeSantis is just not ready for prime time, and never will be. Nobody really likes that boy. Correct? And he’s getting his ass kicked by a Mouse in his own state as he fights like a rabid badger to ruin Florida’s economy.  

You know me. Ever the optimist. (Stop that snickering!) I sense opportunity. If they had any sense (yeah, I know), the GOP would view this as a chance to get out from under the rubble their crazies have created. There are principled Republicans out there, but until now they’ve either been too scared to come forward, or felt it was pointless. To quote the late, great Gale Sayers, “I see six inches of daylight.”

Lil’ Kev says Biden should “come to the negotiating table” over the debt ceiling. To negotiate what? Keeping us out of default is non-negotiable. Now stop the grandstanding, do your job and end your childish little game of “chicken.”

The truth is just not in them. Remember Alito’s majority opinion in Dobbs that overturned Roe? Alito almost slipped a disk bending over backwards to insist that it was not a national ban on abortion, but rather was merely returning the issue to the states. Sure. Then we had the attempted abortion drug ban/restriction, which was (and remains) a cynical, back-door end-run push toward a national abortion ban. And did you see Pence and Lindsey Graham on the Sunday morning news shows? Now they’re both talking national legislation. BTW, I thought Dana Bash was gonna kick Lindsey’s ass, which she easily could. One more BTW. Who’s a sadder little clown? Graham or Pence?

Exploding rockets are far from Elon’s biggest problem. Tesla shareholders are on the warpath. “Elon sells cartoon balloons in town. His family business thrives…”

News website headline: “Ron DeSantis, facing challenges at home, will test presidential ambitions overseas.”  Sounds like a fine idea. I’m sure he polls very well in Saudi Arabia. And he is perfectly qualified. That’s a good fit.

For the moment, let me move away from the moral point and focus instead exclusively on the logical one. We have more gun violence than any other developed country on Earth. We have more guns per capita than any country on Earth. We have more guns than we do people. We have more mass shootings than have days. So do you really think the solution is more guns?  Do you really? This is insanity.

Yes, insanity. Even as Americans are flocking to gun stores in record numbers. Insanity.

I close today with a honest, straight-up question. What is driving this irrational hatred of transgenders? What? Why? Wuddya care? What’s it to you? Seriously, why have transgenders become the focal point of your phobias? Let me stop you, bigots, because I know you better than you know yourselves. You’re already snorting, “Phobia? What phobia? I’m not afraid of trannies!”

Of course you are. Because you’re afraid of everything, including books, beer cans, facts and science. You bluster to cloak your cowardice. But we’re on to you.

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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.