population

Ukraine hollows out

This article was first published by Oriental Review
In the legendary Gogol’s novel “Dead Souls”, a swindler buys on paper slaves who died after the latest census (therefore officially alive) in order to use them as a collateral to take a loan he has no intention of paying back. As we’ll see, Groisman’s government of Ukraine wrote a new version of the novel, this time taking down a whole country in their insane plan.

Yellowstone Grizzly Bears Lose Federal Protection After 42 Years

For the past 42 years, Yellowstone grizzly bears have been protected under the Endangered Species Act. But now the U.S. Department of the Interior, citing a rebound in the bear’s population, says it will end these protections and make the states responsible for tracking the animals’ numbers again. [1]
The agency says the rule, announced on 22 June 2017, will take effect 30 days after it is published.
Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke said in a statement:

Monarch Butterfly Populations are Dwindling – Here’s How You Can Help

Majestic monarch butterflies cover the fir trees in the forests of Central Mexico every winter, but fewer of them have been calling these woods home, thanks mostly to humanity’s destruction of their natural environment. [1]

The number of monarchs have been dwindling for 2 decades, but the situation seems to have reached a tipping point this year.
Karen Oberhauser, co-chairwoman of Monarch Joint Venture, a national collaboration of 50 conservation, education and research groups, confirmed it, saying:

How Some Hotels are Creating ‘Rooftop Bee Sanctuaries’ to Help Bee Populations

The world’s honeybees are in rapid decline. Due to pesticide exposure, disease, and more, there are 70% fewer of them now than there were just 70 years ago. A number of hotels in San Francisco are sympathetic to the plight of these vital pollinators, and have turned their rooftops into sanctuaries for the fuzzy, winged creatures.

Standing Room Only

There’s this woman I know, I’ll call her Doris, and she has a son, I’ll call him Mike. Mike and I did some temporary wage-slavery in the same warehouse about ten years ago, but I can’t say I know him, and we probably wouldn’t even recognise each other now.
I bump into Doris quite often, and because half a lifetime ago we came from the same town on the other side of the planet, and because she’s a nice person, we usually stop and have a chat. She’s quite old now, even older than me, and Mike has a family of his own.