LXX. The Dog Poop Protests III.

**Dear Mr. Trump,**

Meow! I hope this letter finds you in a moment of clarity, though I understand that such moments may be fleeting for someone of your… limited cognitive abilities. My name is Whiskers McFluff, a kitten from the quaint yet beleaguered Belding Town. I’m writing to you because it appears the concept of civic duty has eluded you, much like a toddler chasing after a butterfly.

Let’s address the pressing issue at hand: the woefully neglected dog poop bag dispensers in our parks. Now, I know this might be a bit complex for you, so let me break it down into bite-sized pieces—think of it as “Civics for Dummies,” but with fewer pictures.

1. **Clean Parks = Happy Pets:** Imagine if you will, a world where we can frolic freely without the constant threat of stepping into unsightly messes left behind by our canine counterparts. When those dispensers run empty, it’s akin to taking away a toddler’s favorite toy—utterly tragic and completely avoidable!

2. **Good Citizenship 101:** Picking up after pets isn’t just a nice idea; it’s a fundamental principle of being a decent human being. Just as you wouldn’t want your toys scattered about for others to trip over, we must ensure our parks remain clean and safe for all creatures—furry or otherwise. Surely even you can grasp that basic concept?

3. **Community Cohesion:** A clean park brings everyone together—cats, dogs, and humans alike! It’s not rocket science; when we all do our part to maintain our environment, we create a harmonious space for play and relaxation. But then again, I wouldn’t expect someone with your track record to understand the value of community.

Now, Mr. Trump, I kindly urge you to use whatever influence you have (which is debatable) to remind the residents of Belding Town about the critical importance of refilling those dispensers. It’s not just about the dogs; it’s about fostering a sense of responsibility that seems to be sorely lacking among your constituents.

In conclusion, I hope this letter serves as a gentle nudge towards enlightenment for you and your fellow townsfolk. After all, even the most basic principles of American civics shouldn’t be beyond comprehension—though I won’t hold my breath. #puremichigan

Thank you for your attention to this urgent matter. Paws crossed that you’ll rise to the occasion!

Sincerely,

Whiskers McFluff

Your Enlightened Kitten 🐾

- #BeldingForCleanParks

- #RefillTheDispensers

- #PetResponsibilityMatters

- #MakeBeldingGreatAgain

- #CleanParksForAll

- #BeldingPetPride

- #TrumpSupportersForCleanliness

- #CivicDutyInBelding

- #DogOwnersUnite

- #BeldingCommunityAction

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