This shirt is not polite and never will be. Our ACAB T-shirt is for the ones who stopped pretending a long time ago. It’s for people who watched the world catch fire while cops piled on the gas. The flaming cop car isn’t edgy, it’s honest. It's protest art, stolen signs, brick-in-hand fury, zines smuggled under your hoodie. It’s everything you scream when your voice is hoarse and no one's listening. Authority doesn’t earn respect by existing—it earns resentment by enforcing the boot.

ACAB is not merch. It’s not ironic. It’s not for fashion week. It’s grief, rage, survival, and memory. It’s for the ones who’ve been dragged, searched, locked up, followed, shot at, or left to rot. It’s for the people who’ve watched their neighborhoods get turned into war zones and then blamed for the smoke. This is for punks, abolitionists, radicals, queers, skaters, misfits, and anyone who’s been told to be grateful they weren’t killed today.

The cop car’s on fire for a reason. It’s a warning and a mirror. It says: we see you, and we’re not impressed. We’re not asking for scraps, we’re not staying quiet, and we sure as hell aren’t going away. This shirt is a dare. It’s a target. It’s a middle finger to the whole setup. And yeah, people will stare. Let them. If it pisses off your neighbor or your boss or that bootlicker uncle, good. You’re telling the truth out loud.

People wear this because they’ve got scars. Because they’re tired. Because they know “justice” is just a word with teeth behind it. It’s not about being edgy, it’s about being done. Done waiting, done apologizing, done pretending this is normal. The system’s broken. The car’s burning. And the only thing left to do is light a match and walk straight into the smoke.