took in 5000 animals
last year
and only managed
to adopt out 300!
the rest were euthanized.
pretty soon
(sooner than you think)
if our political machine
continues its current path.
they’ll have these shelters
for people
old people, sick people,
poor people, unwanted people
and if they only manage
to adopt out 300
for every 5000 they take in
then, the rest will be
fertilizer!
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