This ain’t just cotton and ink, it’s a declaration of independence from soy lattes, weak handshakes, and anyone who can’t name all 50 states while shot-gunning a beer. For those who know the bald eagle didn’t cry when it was born, it screamed the national anthem. Wear this when: You’re grilling a rack of ribs in 30-degree weather, saving a firework show by lighting it with a cigar, or politely telling communism to go f*ck itself.
