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Three Dog Night once crooned that “One is the Loneliest Number.” Maybe back then. But that was before anyone saw Biden’s latest poll numbers. Those could make a man feel like he’s all by himself on a desert island.

39. That’s the percentage of Americans who approve of his presidency.

80. That’s how old Joe is.

86. That’s how old he would be at the end of a second term. Let’s just say that Americans are “concerned.”

58. That’s the percentage of voters who feel that Bidenomics have made conditions in the U.S. worse. And that number is trending up.

70 percent. Yep, seven out of ten Americans think that things are “going badly.”

67. That’s the percentage of Democrats who say the party should nominate someone other than Biden.

Ok, but who? Kamala Harris?  Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.?  Marianne Williamson? You see any viable options there?

Depth, or “bench strength” can mean as much in politics as it does in football. And the Dems’ depth is, uh, very shallow.

In 2016, Democrats nominated the only human being on Earth who could have lost to Donald Trump. History may repeat itself eight years later.

Who is the big loser in this dilemma?


Special Counsel David Weiss has let it be known he will seek indictment of Hunter Biden on gun charges. OK. Go where the evidence leads you. I have no sacred cows. Light him up if he has it coming.

But I have yet to see convincing evidence to indicate Daddy Joe profited from his son’s international business dealings or compromised American security. We’ll see where it goes. However, perception is reality when it comes to voters. And a growing percentage of them now perceive that Joe did cash in. No evidence, of course, but welcome to America 2023.

One more depressing note on my way out the gate on a Thursday morning. We are about to be right back in the COVID soup. And if you think people behaved badly and selfishly at the pandemic’s early peak, wait till you see the chaos and even anarchy that ensues this time.

Hey, what’s for lunch?

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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.