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We get numbed to the surreal. You ever awake with the question, “How the hell did we get here?”

How is it possible that Donald Trump was ever POTUS in the first place? And way beyond that, how is it conceivable that anyone would want to do that again?

Did you pay attention to the first day of E. Jean Carroll’s lawsuit trial? Trumpers didn’t, of course, because they don’t pay attention to anything they simply don’t like. I paid attention. Carroll has a very strong case. And “rape” is such an ugly word, don’t you agree?

Back to surrealism. Lying Mother Tucker Carlson, in his first public statement since Fox Spews vomited him out, looked straight into a camera and said, in reference to himself, that “honest people who say what’s true” are being persecuted and victimized.

Was the ghost of Rod Serling just fucking with us Wednesday?

Have you seen the jump in Newsmax ratings? There’s only one way to interpret this. Cultists: “Hey, Fox Spews, if you’re not gonna lie to us anymore, we’ll find somebody who will!”  Where am I wrong? “Market forces.”

DeSantis has been completely jocked by The Mouse That Roared. Disney is schooling that clown. And I’ll promise you the First Amendment suit Disney just filed has both merit, and legs.

Looks like Nikki Haley just showed The Mouse some leg. “C’mon to my house, my house,” meaning Souff Carolina. DeSantis seems hellbent on destroying his own state’s economy.

One last point to ponder. DeSantis is a “conservative”? How is DeSantis a conservative in any way?

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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.