No Billionaires.

That's the motive behind Dead Billionaires Society. Billionaires are a symptom of a sickness that has been allowed to infest the world, the sickness of unlimited and unrestrained greed, to the extreme detriment of every single living thing on this planet, even the billionaires themselves.

I'm not a martyr. I'm not a spokesperson. I'm not even that smart.

I'm a human being who is fed up with seeing the grossly wealthy and powerful few, use that wealth and power not to benefit humanity or the environment, but to crush other humans and grind them into the dirt, destroying countless lives in their sociopathic NEED to gain more, and more, and more, no matter how much they already have. They influence the government and create laws that make their ruinous behavior legal, roll back any laws that could even hope to slow down their unquenchable and infinite hunger, and destroy anyone who threatens them.

...Well, fuck.




Out of that frustration, Dead Billionaires Society was formed, with 3 goals:

1.  Pay my bills. Probably won't happen but a guy can dream!

2. Show the ruling billionaire class that we are not fooled by their smoke and mirrors, their propaganda that tries to pit us against one another: Man vs Woman, Binary vs Non-Binary, Conservative vs Liberal, Trans vs Cis, Gay vs Straight, White vs Black, and now their latest, Citizen vs Immigrant. This country, and this world, are under attack.

Our neighbors, no matter how they look, how they identify, how they vote, (gonna get some pushback here, I get it) who they fuck, and where they used to live before, they should not be your enemy. Note that I'm not saying they AREN'T, they MIGHT actually be your enemy, and that's between them and their own inability to comprehend the truth. If they are your enemy, then they are your enemy. As the Warden famously says in Cool Hand Luke: "Some men, you...just can't reach." The consequences of being your enemy are their own to bear.

But! We are all scrabbling around in the mud with each other for the barest of scraps while the billionaire ruling class laughs at our desperate and futile agony. Though the frustration builds to unfathomable levels, I urge you not to lash out at the nearest person just because they are easily reachable and the ones who put you here and keep you here seem like they are not.

And finally, 3: do so without enriching a single billionaire. Not one penny further will they get, at least from this company.

Dead Billionaire Society merchandise goes through a long and laborious process to ensure that billionaires and large corporations are creatively cut out of every step of a process they would usually be heavily involved in.

Firstly, the clothing is painstakingly curated (typically we go through about 500 shirts before finding 1 that meets our exacting standards!) from local used clothing stores. This ensures that no new clothing is being created for a corporation by the underaged, underpaid, and overworked people who typically are forced to do this work in deplorable conditions. The clothing exists, yes. That labor has already occurred, and cannot be given back. But the least we can do is not perpetuate the problem.

Secondly, although they come already washed, we wash and sanitize every article of clothing. The health of our customers is of the highest priority.

Thirdly, our designer (and copywriter, and salesman, and...yeah so far it's just me) will agonize over the size and placement of our graphic over the original graphic. This is done in a way that either celebrates or subverts the original graphic, depending on the shirt. This is also done with an eye towards the final aesthetic.

Finally, the graphic (created with a local small business with the highest quality materials) is pressed on with a heat press. (Purchased used, from a local individual) This ensures a long-lasting and frankly, pretty kick ass shirt, if I do say so myself.