COLD WAR APPAREL THAT SPITS HOT FIRE

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Ahh yes... it's time to present another fine addition to the Good Rubbish shop on cafepress. If you don't care to read my latest attempt at pooping on my keyboard, you can check out the spectacular product line here. We now return to our regularly schedule drivel:

I got a little overzealous with a wrenching-intensive project I was working on this afternoon, which has lead to my right hand becoming more bruised than a 3 week old banana. What, too tame? Would you have preferred some sort of unsettling child abuse joke? Well too bad, 'cause I'm not going there.

Anyway, my bruised hand has nothing to do with the subject of this post, but everything to do with my rushing through the composition of the writing found within. Injuries things take time to heal, typing makes my spindly woman-hands hurt, get over it.

For the past few weeks I've been working on this shirt design concept that came to me during one of my biweekly candlelight readings of old speech transcripts from the Reagan administration, though I'm sure I could have come up with this idea without those transcripts in hand, as it plays off of what is almost certainly Reagan's most recognizable quote from his 8 years in office: "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall."

(direct quote roughly at the 1:55 mark)