04/25/23 He who lives only to make waves is destined to drown.

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Here’s my proposed epitaph for M. Tucker Carlson. “He who lives only to make waves is destined to drown.”  Now it’s time for burial at sea.

The man has no principles, no compass, no orientation and no guiding philosophy other than prodigious pandering. Carlson merely seeks an audience that will tell him what to say and think. You have to be pretty rudderless to manage to get fired at CNN, MSNBC and Fox Spews. That’s the Triple Crown.

But let’s all disabuse ourselves of the notion that Fox Spews had a sudden attack of scruples. This was all about showing the other 1,357 libel and defamation plaintiffs who are lined up at their door that Fox has taken some “remedial action.” That, and ultimately Murdoch was more afraid of Tucker’s skirt-chasing than he was of his ceaseless lying. Nobody wants HR holding on line two.

I guess you can say that Carlson’s career was ultimately a Lemon.  Oh, wait. I am relieved that CNN finally put Don out of our misery, and his own. Did you ever get a glimpse of that morning show? Euthanasia was the right, and humanitarian, decision.

Strange days, indeed. Most peculiar, mama. Virtually no one in America wants Biden to serve a second term. That includes Biden. He clearly doesn’t want to do this. He’s just takin’ one for the club. But it gets stranger. Biden will be an underdog to any GOP nominee other than—wait for it—That Orange Turd. He’ll kick Trump’s ass again, if it comes to that, just like he did the first time. But I don’t think that matchup is in the cards. The Orange Turd is going to be preoccupied with trying to stay out of an orange jumpsuit.

Now lemme get this straight. Ed Sheeran allegedly ripped off Marvin Gaye? How could he do that, even if he wanted to? 

For now, goodbye, Ruby Tuesday.

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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.