Dead Kennedys Raw Milk RFK-Inspired T-Shirt

$99

Sick of dull, cookie-cutter t-shirts cranked out by AI and drowning in hollow promises of “change”? Say hello to your new go-to statement piece: the “Dead Kennedys Raw Milk” t-shirt. Hand-drawn punk rock satire for the age of brain worms.

999 in stock

Description

This isn’t just a shirt—it’s a handcrafted, all-American masterpiece oozing with unapologetic satire (the kind your high school civics teacher definitely side-eyed). It’s bold, irreverent, and proudly human-made—no DALL-E in sight.

But wait, there’s more

  • Material: Top of the line, super durable, super comfortable short sleeve tee constructed from 100% soft, breathable cotton.
  • Fit: Available in unisex sizing (Small to XXL).
  • Design: Made with love (and rage) in Boca Raton, FL.
  • Care: Machine washable, because who has time for hand washing?

Get ready to slip into another Chaz Stevens-inspired art project This shirt isn’t just a piece of clothing—it’s a rallying cry, a middle finger to political overreach, and a walking billboard for the First Amendment. Wear it loud and proud.

Wars Aren’t Cheap, and Neither is My Art.

I’m not on Zazzle selling homemade stickers. I am the tip of the spear fighting the war you want fought.

This price funds the frontline battles—the lawsuits, the FOIA requests, and the relentless chaos—that actually break the system. You aren’t buying a decoration; you are arming the resistance.

It’s not just a t-shirt … it’s your receipt.

Dissent Shapes Our Democracy

For over three decades, my work has been reported on around the world, pissing off the right people (pun intended) and inspiring the rest. This shirt? It’s just another chapter in my long career of telling power to shove it.

With this shirt, you’re not just buying art—you’re buying into a movement. It might not save the world, but it will make you look good while trying.

Support Our Work

Think of it like Public TV but with fewer tote bags and way more edge. Because art isn’t cheap, and activism sure as hell isn’t either.

  • One Hand-Printed T-Shirt: Hand-folded and packed with the kind of care usually reserved for evidence.
  • A Personal Note: A heartfelt, slightly irreverent thank-you message from me, Chaz Stevens.
  • The Mission: You are funding the FOIA requests and legal battles that keep us in the fight.

What’s up with these prices? Simple: you’re not just buying a t-shirt; you’re funding a mission. This price reflects the exclusive, handmade quality of the product and the deeper impact your support creates. Your investment directly fuels activism, ensuring that creative disruption stays alive.

About the Design

This isn’t just a t-shirt; it’s a punk rock poem for the people.

  • The Look: A hand-drawn RFK-inspired portrait paired with typography that screams, “Yeah, I said it.”
  • The Words: “Raw Milk,” “Hint of Bear Cub,” “Beached Whale Creamery.” What do they mean? That’s for you to argue about at your next party.
  • The Message: Like all my work, it’s here to ruffle feathers, spark conversations, and remind folks that art should never play nice.

Shipping Details

  • Made to Order: These beauties take 1-2 weeks to print on demand. Art takes time, so don’t rush me. I’m on it, okay?
  • Ships from Florida: Where I’m busy stirring up trouble and sunburns.

Customer Satisfaction Guarantee

If you’re not thrilled, shoot me a message, and we’ll make it right. But let’s face it—you’re going to love it. Pro tip: Upload a photo review to score 15% off your next rebellious purchase.

About the Artist

I’m Chaz Stevens, an artist, activist, and occasional thorn in the side of anyone who takes themselves too seriously. My work blends humor, satire, and a little dash of “I can’t believe he went there.” Featured across the globe, I aim to spark dialogue and keep freedom of expression alive and well.

* Disclaimer This artwork is independently created by Chaz Stevens and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or connected to the Dead Kennedys, the actual Kennedys, actual dead Kennedys, or representatives in any way.

Then again, as the Dead Kennedys once sang, I might be “too drunk to f*ck.”