The “JUST DON’T” shirt is my small way to honor the newest Supreme. He has suffered mightily at the hands of elected and un-elected American DEMONS.
(As I looked up the spelling of Brett Kavanaugh’s name I noticed that he has persevered and been vindicated! Congratulations.)
I absolutely positively shattered my, “Housework-before-fun” rule today…
I couldn’t find the original on Britt’s Creators.com page, so here’s a screengrab from a Breitbart story where I first saw it earlier today:
Tell me again why Fed-gov calls September 11th “Patriot Day?”
The 19th of April (1775) should rightfully carry that badge of courage, but Fed-gov despises individuals standing up to Tyrants like those New England colonists did way back then. That date in April has a much more important Propaganda Mission now. It’s much more useful as a red-hot illustration of the might and mayhem that the FBI/ATF/etc. can rain down on little ol’ Joe-Sixpack or David-Koresh.
I’m betting “World Trade Center Day” was scrapped to take the attention off the (civilian) object of actual attack and the countless (civilian) victims. Have you considered the weirdness of so many things that day? Let merely the demolition-precise “collapse” of so-called Building 7 (untouched by planes or much debris) swirl in your head.
The powers-that-be can’t have Joe’s surviving sister, Suzy-Sixpack, give even a passing thought on that matter, or, or…well, she might look further.
Too much thinking might cause Suzy to doubt. After doubt could come loss of Faith…and faith in her supreme leaders and their big budget Military Industrial Complex, is crucial. In a nation this large and mobile and, dare I say it, diverse, Faith in them and what they say is the most important cog in their Control-machine. They must protect her and her kind from too much Thinking.
What ever you do on the 11th of September, or on the 10th, 9th, or on any of the preceding or following 364 days of the year…
don’t wonder, don’t ponder, don’t ruminate on how the mighty U.S. Military Industrial Complex was completely impotent and unable to stop or at lease divert sub-sonic commercial aircraft, yet can keep you safe from any pesky “incoming!” supersonic boom-booms from the NORKS, CHICOMMS, RUSSKIES, IRAN-iacs (or other MUSLOIDS).
Don’t. Ever. Wonder.
Finally…I can say some more đ and that’s, “They’re here!”
Finally got an actual sample on Tuesday the 14th that I could say “Go Ahead” to! (See above.) I’m guesstimating I’ll have the actual patches within 10 days from now. The price will revert back to $7.00 (shipped) each once that happens.
I have been itching to share this design since I first sketched it out, but now that itâs âIn Production,â I finally can!
It sure would make a great license plate, as illustrated above (courtesy of PhotoshopÂŽ) but how perfect will this simple 3â x 2â embroidered Velco-backed patch look on your Politically-Correct campus this Fall?
Or, if college life is wa-a-ay back in the rearview mirror, how ’bout just seeing it in the neighborhood, say on your (burly, martial-arts trained) older-kidsâ backpacks for that always memorable First-Day-of-School? And talk about âSparking a conversationâ at the next family reunion or City Council meeting…
I think you can begin to picture the funtimes ahead.
Regardless of the venue, Iâm certain youâll find plenty of folks whoâll agree with the sentiment:
Canât we just hang the lot of âem?
All prices include USA shipping! (Once I have the patches in hand and theyâre ready-to-ship shipping, so for new orders the price is will go back to $7.00 each, shipped.) See the specially-priced “USA – EKG” HERE that’s noted in the order form below.
Of course the United States Space Force (much less it having an actual âAcademyâ) will never happen. Honestly I donât care. The fact that on June 18th, 2018, President Trump dared declare such a thing it at all is what makes it so amazing and so logical (as Spock would say).
I came-of-age seeing â2001: A Space Odysseyâ on a Cinerama screen in 1968 in West Hartford, Connecticut, so Trump certainly saw that same mind-blowing, feels like you are riding in an earth-to-moon shuttle flick, too, just that he was somewhere near his New York City home. And while I sat mesmerized in front of a modest black & white TV for the original Star Trek episodes as they aired, forced to practice Patience, week by week, Trump likely watched them all, too, only in brilliant color on a luxury-model TV. (Iâve gotta Thank God the only network my family’s aerial could pick up just âhappenedâ to be NBC.)
Like me, as the 70âs became the 80âs, then the 90âs, Trump probably assumed the U.S. would get back to sending men to the moon until we had some sort of âcolonyâ there, before at least making a vow to go beyond our moon. It was enormously disappointing when we didnât, so I think this âSpace Forceâ fiction is Trumpâs attempt to inject life into and turn the 20th centuryâs version of The American Space-Conquering Dream into a 21st century Space-Warrior dream.
We badly need a Dream.
but is she or isn’t she? You really need to know.
I forgot to make a post about this new shirt:
Sorry to have made the rest of you red-shirt lovers (not “Red-shirts”) hold your breath so long.
I finally got this Crusader-Crest variation posted today, on both the Main page and on the Faith page:
Decided to re-post the cartoon below, which I did a few years ago, what with the 4th of July right around the corner. Thinking about it caused the above shirt-design to pop into my brain. Available to order here. (Have I got you bobbing your head this way and that?)
And yes, I know, Comrade, I know: “thinking is dangerous.”
Maxine Waters behind bars for inciting violence…OK, so I can dream, can’t I?.
Auntie Maxine is a repurposed design concept from “Campaign 2016” season, when I was first inspired by Trump’s rally chant to put Hillary/HRC behind bars. (I intend to use it frequently, here, to fill my new Lock ‘Em Up page.)
