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The Democratic Party could never run a pro sports front office.

The Dems have badly mismanaged their “roster” and as a result are in a world of hurt. They have neglected to develop any depth behind their elderly quarterback, to the point that losing the 2024 presidential election—and possibly our democracy—to Donald Trump is a real possibility.

The Washington Post earlier this week published an op-ed piece written by a staunch Biden ally who says Biden should withdraw from his bid for re-election because of his advanced age. Poll numbers reinforce that position.

So where could the Dems turn? To Kamala Harris? That would require the biggest death wish in American political history.

Mitt Romney says he will not run for re-election to the Senate. He says it’s time for Old Guys—like himself—to get out of the way. Romney is wise. And he is right. And it’s the Cult Loonies who call Romney a “RINO” who are the real “RINOs.” The Republican Party is now neither sane nor “Conservative.” It is a cabal that seeks only power, retribution and autocracy. That’s oh-for-three in my book. 

No threshold of evidence has been crossed that would in any way justify impeachment of Joe Biden at this time.  All McCarthy and his goons have right now are some whispered rumors and aspirational fantasies. And don’t even think about comparing this scenario to Trump’s two impeachments. There are no similarities.

This is all about kowtowing to Emperor Orange and evening the impeachment “box score” heading into 2024. It’s their bread-and-butter play call. Deny, deflect and distract.

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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.