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Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I love giving thanks.

July 4th is my second-favorite holiday. I love our country deeply. And Thursday I will spend time giving thanks for the genius that is America, as I do every day.

We are in legitimate danger of losing the farm, more so than at any other time in our country’s 247-year history. No foreign power will take us down. But we seem hellbent on giving it all away.

The insanity must stop. We have become Dysfunction Junction. A former president who wants to become our next president has openly renounced democracy, and has stated flat-out that if returned to the White House, he will run his second term as a personal revenge tour. Revenge for what?  You lost an election in 2020. You knew you lost, yet you put this country through hell, and in the process you have divided us to a degree unseen since the Civil War. Civil War II is now not completely unthinkable.

This is insanity.

We repeatedly kick the can down the road just to keep our government solvent. We damage our own national security—and the lives of our military personnel—by kowtowing to a (bad) former football coach’s cultural jihad.

This is insanity.

We have congressmen launching elbows and a United States senator challenging a hearing witness to a fist-fight.

This is insanity.

It’s long-passed time to slap ourselves back into focus.

Still, I will give thanks for our country a week from today. As I do every day.

And I will pledge to myself and to you. We’re not going lose all of this on my watch. And I hope you will join me.

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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.