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I’m at least a little more musical than your average bear. And I don’t hear any way that Ed Sheeran ripped-off Marvin Gaye.

As for me, “If you don’t know me by now…you will never, never, never know me…”

Which leads me to Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes and their late, great front-man, Teddy Pendergrass. RIP, beautiful man.

Maybe my favorite HM&TBN record is 1975’s “Wake Up Everybody” Not ashamed to admit I tear up every single time I hear it, which I make sure is often.

I love what I think is the deliberate ambiguity of the title, which can be interpreted as either a demand or a plea (Wake Up, Everybody!)

We’re in an American Coma, and our numbed slumber should be a source of shame and embarrassment.

Our Supreme Court is hopelessly politicized and corrupted, and we have an Associate Justice who has committed criminal acts, even as we nap.

We’re playing a tribal game of chicken that could wreck our national—not to mention the world’s—economy. And still, we Take It to the Limit, One More Time.

Our children are slaughtered daily. And we have made it crystal clear that we’re just fine with that.

We are watching our democracy decay daily. And we have a major political party that wants only to accelerate that erosion.

Earth is on fire. Our home is on fire. And we are the convicted arsonists. And we can’t wait to pour more fuel onto the inferno.

Hatred R Us. We have a growing Cult that hates everything and everybody that does not identically reflect their image, pretty much for the hell of it. They scorn any gesture or even thought of basic human decency.

We have an elected governor of a U.S. state who declined to declare war on a virus that has killed one million Americans, but now wants to pick a fight with an animated mouse.

Don’t get smug, Texans. Our governor is a little rolllin’ ball of bigotry, and is eager to re-establish that daily.

We have de-stigmatized and normalized lying.

We reject established yet inconvenient truths.

We have once again relegated women to second-class citizen status.

We have rejected the true genius of America in favor of pursuit of jihad.

Wake Up Everybody.


Wake Up, Everybody.

It works with or without the comma.

“Wake up everybody, no more sleepin’ in bed…”

“Wake up all the teachers…”

“Wake up all the doctors…”

“Wake up all the builders…”

“The world won’t get no better if we just let it be…”

“You preachers, start teaching what you preach…”

We are narcoleptic. And it’s going to kill us.

Wake up.

Tomorrow: There’s an important difference between “inner peace” and “inner strength.”

Oh, and rest well, Mr. Lightfoot.

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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.