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"Trust the government," they said—right before it sold you out, taxed your soul, and smiled while doing it. This shirt doesn’t whisper. It shouts the obvious: your government hates you.
Slap a podium in front of a decaying husk in a suit and voilà—politics.
Is it satire? Is it prophecy? Who cares—it’s true either way.
Wear it loud. Wear it like a warning.
If it makes people uncomfortable, good.
They should be.
"Trust the government," they said—right before it sold you out, taxed your soul, and smiled while doing it. This shirt doesn’t whisper. It shouts the obvious: your government hates you.
Slap a podium in front of a decaying husk in a suit and voilà—politics.
Is it satire? Is it prophecy? Who cares—it’s true either way.
Wear it loud. Wear it like a warning.
If it makes people uncomfortable, good.
They should be.