This is the snake. You've seen it before: on the old flag, coiled and warning a king, Don't tread on me. Somewhere along the way it got a flag-print paint job, still dripping, and a forked tongue in the shape of a dollar sign.
The con is everywhere. It's in the officials who look the part and don't hold up, and the billionaires deciding a future nobody voted for. It's in the cameras on every corner and the profits that always have to be bigger. And it's in the leaders who think a new name fixes everything. We can't stop any of it on our own, but we can point at it, laugh at it, and make sure nobody forgets what it looks like.
That's the job: satire for sanity. Satire that says out loud what everyone's thinking, on things you can actually wear, drink from and stick on your laptop. Satire that refuses to treat any of this as normal. If it makes you laugh, good. If it makes someone in power uncomfortable, even better.
And yes, we know we're selling merch about selling out.
