i beg you all. while it's important to talk about Palestine and Iran, please don't ignore what's happening in congo. congo barely has any media coverage, we need to talk about it more.
Uang Rupiah wajib diterima. Menolak pembayaran tunai itu melanggar aturan Bank Indonesia.
Selesai.
Titik.
Sejelek-jeleknya rupiah, itu adalah salah satu simbol kedaulatan negara.
Digitalisasi itu alat, bukan alasan untuk menyingkirkan yang tertinggal.
⚠️ PLEASE STOP SCROLLING AND HELP TO REP, RT THIS. THEY DESERVE TO GET THEIR RIGHTS AS A LIVING CREATURE IN THIS WORLD ⚠️
STOP ABUSING ANIMALS AND EXPLOITING THEM @balaiksda_bali@kemenhut_ri@GakkumKLHK
Worrying News 🐅 😢
Global Tiger trafficking crisis worsens with nine big cats seized monthly.
A new report by wildlife trade monitoring network @TRAFFIC_WLTrade
warned that criminal networks are evolving faster than conservation efforts can respond. The global wild Tiger population, once around 100,000 a century ago, has now plummeted to an estimated 3,700-5,500, it said.https://t.co/1WUUDkWCpX
Neighbors reported a foul smell coming from a trailer that a bankrupt circus had abandoned weeks ago.
The deputy expected to find a crime scene, but when his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he found a tragedy that brought him to his knees.
Deputy Carter has spent 15 years on the force, hardening his heart against the things people do to one another.
He had been dispatched to the old fairgrounds on the edge of the county, where the traveling circus had packed up and vanished in the middle of the night leaving only a rusted, locked semi-trailer behind.
The heat was sweltering, and the air inside the metal box was thick and stagnant.
Carter used a crowbar to snap the lock, his hand resting on his weapon, prepared for the worst.
The smell hit him first—not just the stench of filth, but the smell of fear.
As the light from the open door sliced through the darkness, he saw it.
Crammed into a cage barely big enough for a large dog was a massive, 600-pound brown bear.
The animal, whom rescuers later named "Barnaby," was a skeleton wrapped in matted fur.
He was chained to the bars by a heavy iron collar that had rubbed his neck raw.
There was no food. The water bowl was bone dry and covered in dust.
Barnaby didn't roar or charge the bars. He simply lifted his heavy head, looked at Carter with sunken, defeated eyes, and let out a soft, dry huff.
It was the look of absolute resignation that broke the deputy.
The realization that this majestic creature had been left here in the dark to slowly starve to death while his owners fled town was too much.
Carter, a man who rarely showed emotion on the job, turned away and wept, overcome by the sheer cruelty of the situation.
He refused to leave the trailer.
He radioed dispatch, his voice cracking, "Get the wildlife rescue out here. Now. And bring water."
While they waited, Carter found a hose outside and carefully filled the bowl through the bars.
For the first time in weeks, Barnaby drank, his eyes never leaving the man who had finally opened the door.
The bear was transported to a sanctuary later that afternoon, where he felt grass under his paws for the first time in his life.
Carter still visits him, the only human Barnaby trusts, bound by the moment he was found in the dark.