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US Women's National Team soccer player Megan Rapinoe says that President Donald Trump's message is excluding some Americans, including those that support him...
“Your message is excluding people…we need to have a reckoning with the message that you have and what you’re saying…You have an incredible responsibility as the chief of this country to take care of every single person and you need to do better for everyone.” – American Hero to the President of the United States
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I finally got curious and decided to google this story, and the headline is just the tip of the iceberg.
Let it never be said again that journalism is a humorless business.
Covering an odd tale about a 14-year-old autistic boy who was handcuffed by police and suspended for running down the sidelines of a high school football game at halftime wearing a banana costume, Washington, D.C. reporter Pat Collins donned a grape suit and went out to get his story.
Speaking to Bryan Thompson, who pulled the prank on Sept. 14 and found himself at the center of a controversy over the school’s response, Collins’ sarcastic outrage seemed palpable.
“School officials accused him of being disruptive and disrespectful,” Collins said. “Frankly, I don’t see what all the fuss is about.”
He asked the student: “Why a banana? Why not a … grape?”
“I don’t know,” Thompson replied. “Potassium is great.”
Following the prank, Colonial Forge High School Principal Karen Spillman suspended Thompson for 10 days, and even recommended that he be kicked out of school for the entire year.
Shortly thereafter, Thompson had composed his own rap song about the incident (called “Free Banana Man!”), set up a Facebook page dedicated to “Banana Man,” and someone even launched a petition calling for his suspension to be lifted.
Thompson’s outrage at the punishment was shared by his fellow students, who began creating yellow t-shirts that read, “Free Banana Man!”
So the school did what schools so often do when their authority is challenged: they banned the shirts, began confiscating them, and sent students to detention for supporting their classmate.
That’s when the American Civil Liberties Union got involved, telling the principal that her actions were unconstitutional.
“But when you think about it, you might see [the school’s] point,” Collins jokingly concluded. “It starts with a banana. Then, all of the sudden, you have an apple, and an orange, and maybe a grape! And before you know it, you have fruit salad in the schools! We can’t have that.”
The school’s principal was ultimately forced to resign, and Thompson has since returned to his studies. [x]
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“I don’t know,” Thompson replied. “Potassium is great.”
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Elephants have six sets of chewing #teeth that cycle through their mouth over the course of their lives, with older ones being pushed out by the new ones growing in. This means that old #elephants must use their last, worn set of molars to eat for the last years of their lives. As a result, elderly elephants fare better in human care - where we can modify their diet to accommodate their dental needs - than they do in the wild.
Ambika, a 71 year old elephant at the National Zoo, is the third-oldest Asian elephant in North America. In this photo, her keepers hand-feed her soft and pre-ground foods so that she doesn’t have to chew solids with her last set of molars.
#asianelephant #elephants #askmeaboutelephants #elephantcare #zoo #zooanimals #animalwelfare #matriach #goldengirl (at Smithsonian’s National Zoo and Conservation Biology Institute) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvoY2wbh6GE/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1andk24021rss
In addition to specially prepared foods, the Ambika’s keepers also study how she moves, help her with physical therapy exercises, and give her pedicures regularly. All of that is part of keeping an elderly elephant mobile and in tip-top shape! Zoo husbandry goes far beyond just keeping animals alive - it’s crucial they also thrive in human care, no matter their age.
Me and some friends were talking about the tiger(s?) at the Downtown Aquarium in Denver, and we don't really know much about how well it's being kept / how healthy it is, though I know the AZA is involved. Do you have any info you could share about this?
Yeah! It’s an AZA-accredited facility, which means it has met a set of fairly high standards for every aspect of the facility. They also have a USDA license, which means they’re meeting and/or exceeding federal regulations for appropriate mammal care.
I was there last summer for a day, and I liked the facility. The main tiger area - while it appears to be entirely indoors - has a giant skylight for the walls and roof, so the cats get sunlight. I don’t know from personal experience if the cats have outdoor areas at that facility; but I do know that another facility run by the same chain in Houston has off-exhibit runs outside that the cats get access to, and would guess it’s likely that the Denver facility is designed along similar lines.
Here’s a couple of photos of the enclosure from where I visited. You can see there’s lots of space and different levels, as well as lots of exhibit furniture and climbing structures that can be rearranged for enrichment. I think the shift / off-exhibit area is behind those glass windows at the back, but I haven’t seen more than the public side of the facility so I can’t confirm it. While the floor is solid (to facilitate cleaning) there were areas that were bedded down with various soft substrates.
Bonus photo: a funny face the tiger who was on exhibit when I visited made while gnawing on a bone.
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Barack had always felt a special fondness for Queen Elizabeth, saying that she reminded him of his no-nonsense grandmother, Toot. I personally was awed by her efficiency, a skill clearly forged by necessity over a lifetime in the public eye. One day a few years earlier, Barack and I had stood, hosting a receiving line together with her and Prince Philip. I’d watched, bemused, as the Queen managed to whisk people speedily past with economic, friendly hellos that left no room for follow-up conversation, while Barack projected an amiable looseness, almost inviting chitchat and then ponderously answering people’s questions, thereby messing up the flow of the line. All these years after meeting the guy, I was still trying to get him to hurry up.
One afternoon in April 2016, the two of us took a helicopter from the American ambassador’s residence in London to Windsor Castle in the countryside west of the city. Our advance team instructed us that the Queen and Prince Philip were planning to meet us when we landed and then personally drive us back to the castle for lunch. As was always the case, we were briefed on the protocol ahead of time. We’d greet the royals formally before getting into their vehicle to make the short drive. I’d sit in the front next to ninety-four-year-old Prince Philip, who would drive, and Barack would sit next to the Queen in the backseat.
It would be the first time in more than eight years that the two of us had been driven by anyone other than a Secret Service agent, or ridden in a car together without agents. This seemed to matter to our security teams, the same way the protocol mattered to the advance teams, who fretted endlessly over our movements and interactions, making sure that every last little thing looked right and went smoothly.
After we’d touched down in a field on the palace grounds and said our hellos, however, the Queen abruptly threw a wrench into everything by gesturing for me to join her in the backseat of the Range Rover. I froze, trying to remember if anyone had prepped me for this scenario, whether it was more polite to go along with it or to insist that Barack take his proper seat by her side.
The Queen immediately picked up on my hesitation. And was having none of it.
“Did they give you some rule about this?” she said, dismissing all the fuss with a wave of her hand. “That’s rubbish. Sit wherever you want.”
– Michelle Obama, Becoming (BOOK | KINDLE), available Tuesday.
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