I don’t care about your little story. I just want to buy the shirt for $16, eight bucks to cover your costs and eight bucks to the ACLU.
Early in the summer of 2017 and in the spirit of this great country, I decided to respond to the curious events that have been a daily occurrence since Tuesday, November 7, 2016 in the typical fashion—by making a t-shirt. Designed to invoke memories of “Hope,” the design employed a whimsical voice taking a stand against bigotry, ignorance, obstruction of justice and lots of other bad things. Pretty much all the bad things.
It also used two-colors and a half-tone screen on the lettering because an economical way of getting two colors for the price of three demonstrated that fiscal responsibility and social responsibility can go together.
Plus, it looked good:
Unsure how they’d be received, I did a small run.
That’s lovely. We’re so happy. But seriously, I don’t care about the story. I just want to buy the shirt.
Here are some of the brilliant, witty, terrific humans who wanted to show the world they’re the best, the very best:
You can’t help yourself, can you? It’s a condition. Incurable. People talk. Not without empathy but still.
A state of shock is produced when a story is ruptured, when we have no idea what’s going on. But in so many ways, Trump is not a rupture at all, but rather the culmination—the logical end point—of a great many dangerous stories our culture has been telling for a very long time. That greed is good. That the market rules. That money is what matters in life. That white men are better than the rest. That the natural world is there for us to pillage. That the vulnerable deserve their fate, and the 1 percent deserve their golden towers. That anything public or commonly held is sinister and not worth protecting. That we are surrounded by danger and should only look after our own. That there is no alternative to any of this.
So. Here’s to alternatives, a legal system with a backbone, the ability to stay focused and active, and the willingness to not only come up with ideas for how to make a better world, but the energy to put them into action. Oh. And to portraying an angry, narcissistic and ill-informed bigot as a golf ball wearing a toupee. Because nothing upsets an egomaniac, and his supporters, more than being the butt of a joke. Should you be amenable to such an endeavor, let me know by placing your mouse over this text and clicking on it. This is called a “link” and will take you to the Place an Order page. But that’s as obvious to you as it was on November 7 things that things were about to go right off the rails. I’m going to stop typing now. Bye. And…buy!