The Colorado No Kings No Masters patch is not here for mountain tourism or red-white-and-blue nostalgia. It’s here for the ones building alternative futures at altitude. We flipped the flag not to disrespect it but to remind you who this land really belongs to. You wear this patch when you’ve seen the gentrification swallow blocks. When you’ve seen cops in riot gear where medics should’ve been. When you know the Rockies are older than any government and tougher than any badge.

This patch lives on jackets that’ve been to climate marches in Fort Collins and housing rights rallies in Denver. It’s been in zines passed around after punk shows in Colorado Springs basements. It’s printed flat and bright so no one misses the message. No kings means no one above. No masters means no one below. That’s not rebellion. That’s balance. That’s how you survive here.

This isn’t for the passive pacifists or do-nothing "liberals." This is for the abolitionists with trail dust on their boots. For the kids learning mutual aid from their homies not from a textbook. For the students at CU Boulder painting banners on dorm floors and the warehouse workers in Commerce City organizing shifts like chess games.

You gift this to your crew before a banner drop. You stick it to your hiking pack because even nature needs resistance. You iron it to your vest before rolling into downtown for a march that doesn’t end with speeches but with action. You wear it because Colorado has always been radical when you dig under the ski resorts and slogans.

Strange Gang doesn’t ask permission. This patch doesn’t ask either. No kings. No masters. Just peaks, people, and the fight ahead.