05/01/23 “Celia, you’re breakin’ my heart…” – Radically Rational

05/01/23 “Celia, you’re breakin’ my heart…”

Seems some folks went to bed Sunday night with First Republic and woke up Monday morning rollin’ around with JPMorgan Chase.

Reminds me of Simon and Garfunkel’s “Celia.” “I got up to wash my face. When I come back to bed, someone’s taken my place.”

Just leave the cash on the dresser.

Looks like we didn’t learn as much as we told ourselves we did back in 2008. That’s now three big failures since March 10, if you’re keeping score.

Alito says he’s pretty sure who leaked the Dobbs draft. Then spill it, big boy. You can’t have it both ways. Evidence?

Fauci again recycled as the Cult’s eternal scapegoat/villain/whipping boy? Why? Be specific. Be accurate.

This just in: Guns kill people. Of course, they do. AR-15s kill people with impressive efficiency. No, please don’t liken AR-15s as murder weapons to knives, paperclips, spittoons, umbrellas, ballpoint pens, beer bottles, plastic picnic ware or even fertilizer bombs. We’ve had it with your dishonest deflection.

And we’re disgusted by your obvious decision to value guns over our children. We can reduce these mass slaughters. We have just chosen not to. That is a moral and societal abomination.

The American mega-banking industry appears not to be a “well-regulated militia.” Neither is the Cult of Gun Worship. No looming writer’s strike on the horizon here. We’ll just keep making

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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.