In honor of our forefathers, who fought a great war against a country of Rock 'N Roll legends, in order to promote terrorism amongst its people, demanding monies without foundation, we have re-released "I want YOU to support terrorism - Pay your taxes." This country was founded on the rich taking advantage of the poor, of ignorant and insolent tyrants pulling the strings behind a Wizard-of-Oz like curtain. This Emerald City was made not for you, but for me. I am the subject, you are the object, you will avert your eyes as you pay my taxes, submit to my reign, and pretend you are voting AND making a difference. You are accomplishing neither. It's time to pull back the scrim and reveal the dragon that will consume you: democracy, dear minions, or an inadequate facsimile therein. Now revolt motherfuckers, and show me who's the boss.
To tax or not to tax: that is not a question. In honor of a day only an oligarchy could love, we've decided to present a most sacred gift to you; one that validates a country based on freedom, equality, and secret societies. Show your true colors, your true faith, and your true identity in validating a system that has never ceased to validate you as an individual, and has afforded you all the rights you now possess today; rights that include being able to carry several ounces of the fluid of your choice aboard an airplane, personal fluid or otherwise, or merely tossing that lighter in a trash can before embarking on your strip search. Just imagine, what if someone didn't care about ruling the world with the hobbled fist of a dumbfuck? What if that person was you? Exercise your authority, dear friend, and your liberty, Just like that slave-fucking Thomas Jefferson did. Huzzah!
*What? A legal disclaimer about street art, and such a long one? If you choose to post this image in any other than a "legal place" (we have no idea WTF a legal place is) as street art, good for you. We won't be held accountable for the seniority of your decision. Churches, Schools, The United States Post Office are all great places for such art, but it is also a crime (The United States Post Office is a FEDERAL crime), to which we say or are told to say with a stern look across the brow of The Man, that a federal crime will be punishable by something very naughty happening to you. Again, we are not lawyers, and do not do coke nor trannies. Should you decide to post this design anywhere other than on your sweet-assed body, you will assume full liability to your friends, not to mention, The Man, laughing at you as you squeal "But, daddy, I was only joking."
We'd suggest a shirt you make yourself, and as we are currently lobbying for polling booths to deliver your taxes where it might be more proudly displayed, claiming for all the world to see, and say, "I am that terrorist; now out of my way motherfucker cause I've got another country to bomb, and some Botox after lunch."
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