minor pests

The staggering turnout of young college educated males voting for Trump was by far the most disheartening thing about the election. They were all there almost exclusively because they support Trump as this ‘last of the alpha males, when men were men’ type mindset. The younger demo of Trump supporters, men in particular, like Trump because he represents the last great vestiges of old white man’s America, where woman are 2nd class citizens, gays and blacks and minorities are pests and pariahs on the purity of society to be subtly persecuted, and the concept of a 'real man’  is key to the functioning of society. Male identity as a whole not just in the USA but around the world is undergoing a rapid change in the world we live in today. Not everyone understand or agrees with the idea, but it is happening regardless because you cannot stop progress, you can only slow it down. A lot of what these young men idolise in Trump is this archaic ideal of what a “real man” used to be, but America as a whole, and the white male in particular has fallen and become pussified and a part of the whole 'Make America Great Again’ rhetoric is about re-establishing archaic toxic macho culture as the norm when it just doesn’t fit into the 2000s anymore.
A lot of those misguided but very educated young men probably don’t give 2 fucks about the knock on effects of Trumps economics on small rural communities where maybe their parents or grandparents came from, they were the ones posting Ppepe memes and trolling liberal cucks on line for the lulz, and wanting Donald to win so 1. they can troll some more and 2. feel like they have “taken back” male identity and re-established it in the way it used to be where men didn’t have feelings and never cried and dealt with mental health issues by bringing on whiskey and beating their wives. There’s a whole generation of young men who grew up watching Mad Men and seeing the way things used to be for men and thought to themselves 'Man I wish we could go back to that.' 
And that is where Trump got such a huge level of support from young white college educated males. Stupid idiotic foolish macho bravado.

A young guy I knew had a real ‘drop the mic’ moment.

I didn’t say this. But, dear God, I wish I had. 

I’m Afraid of Soon.

“I’ll talk to you soon” is the scariest sentence I’ve silently listened to,
because the person saying it has always been one that made me swoon.
My heart beats for weeks on a pumping streak in the silence left by “soon” until my pipes begin to leak.
My bones begin to creak and my lungs wheeze like wings struggling against the breeze.
Soon is a lot longer than I realized, time and time again and I’ve been patient.
Six years is patient, right? 
Or is my patience just latent, not yet manifest, unfinished like all the rest?
My projects and writings that I thought might be good enough, but ended up being minor pests,
Lingering in the back of my mind with decent lines, aging like fine wines.
Maybe you’re just a fine wine, aging to perfection, but to my recollection wine stays in the cellar.
Wine doesn’t vanish after six soon years of aging without even paging an “I’m Okay.”
Soon has become a synonym for uncertainty, because certainly all those who’ve said it have pertinently disappeared permanently.
More than anything I worry with a flurry of texts floating in my head, unable to send because numbers change and rearrange just like the space we fill.
More than anything I just want to hear that you all are okay, that you made it to the bay, that you had your days, that you’re still out there making waves.
If soon is never than I hope we never speak again, because I’m afraid we’ll never amend our stories together, that memories might bend when you lend them to your friends
Most of all I’m afraid of soon because I don’t know if you still take in breaths,
or if you really started caring less,
or maybe you left because I was such a mess,
or what if I became your pest?

I just want to know that which you’ll never be able to show, lest some miracle catalyze and blow in with the wind carried along with your grin. I really hope you’re fine and have had time to unwind from the daily grind that I imagine we both face even today. Please keep breathing, please keep reading.

November 10, 2016 - Moluccan Cockatoo or Salmon-crested Cockatoo (Cacatua moluccensis)

Requested by: @tieltavern

These parrots are found on the Moluccan Islands of Indonesia. Often seen in flocks of up to 16 birds, they are most active in the early morning and late afternoon. Their diet consists of seeds, fruit, berries, nuts, and insects. Considered to be a minor crop pest on coconut plantations, they use their powerful beaks to break into young coconuts to eat the pulp and milk. Their nests are built in cavities of large trees, but little else is known about their breeding habits in the wild. They are classified as Vulnerable by the IUCN due to trapping for the cage-bird trade and habitat loss and fragmentation.


Indian palm squirrel (Funambulus palmarum)

The Indian palm squirrel is a species of rodent in the family Sciuridae found naturally in India and Sri Lanka. In the late 19th century, the palm squirrel was introduced to Madagascar, Réunion, Mayotte, Comoro Islands, Mauritius, Seychelles and Australia, where it has since become a minor pest. The palm squirrel is about the size of a large chipmunk, with a bushy tail slightly shorter than its body. These squirrels eat mainly nuts and fruits. They are fairly vocal, with a cry that sounds like “chip chip chip” when danger is present. 

photo credits: Muhammad Mahdi Karim, Manibabu krishnan, Augustus Binu

Grape leaffolder (Desmia funeralis)

The grape leaffolder is a moth of the Crambidae family. It is found across the southern parts of the United States to California, north to the northeastern states and southeastern Canada. The wingspan is 21–28 mm. Adults are on wing from May to September. It is a day-flying species. There are two to three generations per year. The larvae feed on Vitis, Cercis canadensis and Oenothera. It is considered a minor pest of grapes in the United States.

photo credits: wiki