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Among all the notable categories of arrogant idiots inhabiting the United States in the 21st Century, history’s harshest judgment will be reserved for climate change deniers.

That is, if there’s anybody still around to write that history.

This is the hottest year in recorded history. It’s also the coolest one we will have going forward.

It wasn’t just predictable. It was predicted. And the predictions—by the world’s preeminent climatologists—have proved remarkably accurate. If anything, we have reached this tipping point sooner than the most advanced computer models had suggested.

There really was no guess work involved. This is all basic chemistry, physics and math. You add x amount of this, eliminate y amount of that, project the altered equation over time and you get…this.

Is it hot in here?

Our species’ ignorant narcissism has never been more devastatingly evident. For decades we’ve heard the smug deniers snort that “We couldn’t change the climate if we wanted to. It’s arrogant to think we can.”

Why?

In reality, it’s arrogant, reckless and irresponsible to think we can’t. And now we have. And it really wasn’t that difficult. All it took was willful negligence, childish denial and uncontrolled greed.

Relatively speaking, Earth is a speck. All that protects us from incineration is about ten miles of atmosphere. Take a look at pictures of our home taken from the International Space Station. That little strip that borders the planet is mighty thin, don’t you think?

Damage the atmosphere, reduce the planet’s habitability.

So strap in. Because here we are. And we can’t yet even imagine not just the climatological, but the economic and geopolitical results of our foolishness.

But you were smarter than the scientists, right?

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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.