Let’s face it. Humans are the only species without Earthly predators and without consistent natural sensibilities. Except for war. That seems to signify that we have no purpose, as all animals are either predator or prey or both. War may be our only predator. Greek philosopher Heraclitus once said, probably while hiding under his bed: “War is the father of all things.” So talks of peace become unnatural in some weird, ungodly way.

Every time I turn around these days, news is lurking across the media about how one can determine how long they are going to live, sometimes accompanied by a photo of a 100-year-old man who could be a 100-year-old woman.

According the latest count, there are over 200 professional soccer leagues worldwide. And that’s just the men’s game. When you add all the women’s leagues, which continue to grow, you’re talking “the sun never sets on someone getting a kick in the head.” 

Nothing better than being on a trip, tossing your possessions aside, kicking off your shoes, slowing the day’s rush and getting a professional rub-down. No, not the hotel.  I’m talking about going through airline security.

The run on superheroes these days seems to have run out. This means the substitute idols of extraordinary powers and bold and courageous actions wearing Halloween costumes may no longer satisfy as stand-ins for the real thing. If Iron Man came to your door, you’d hand him a Snickers and wave him on. 

The U.S. administration has had it with some of Mexico’s drug cartels—just some.

I mean, can you blame it? Political leaders have tried to model good business practices on and off for several years recently.

But some cartel misbehavior has remained unpleasant, and they may be enriching uranium.

So, the answer?

Sanctions.