So there I was. Neck deep in commie scum. Slipped off my jacket, and the darndest thing happened. The reaper on the back of my ZF shirt hopped off, and in one fell swoop annihilated all the red bastards. Consquently, as soon as my shirt, my spirit, and my patriotic physical being became one again, several models popped out from behind the bar, hopped on the back of my decked out Harley from hell, and we rode off into the sunset together blasting Free Bird so loud that communism itself instantly dissolved across the entire globe and galaxy.
I can't guarantee your experience will be quite as amazing a story, but it is sure to piss off commies, liberals (if they can actually read it), and Hillary so I'm honestly surprised we're not all wearing this shirt already.
Quality material, quality fit, quality company.