Colorado has always carried a quiet defiance under the wide skies. From the high plains to the Front Range, from Denver blocks covered in wheatpaste to late nights in Fort Collins basements, this place has never been comfortable with being told to kneel. The Colorado flag already feels like a refusal, a bright red C cutting through blue and white. Adding “No Kings No Masters” just says the part people pretend not to hear.

This sticker is for anyone who has watched power consolidate and thought, yeah, that is not going to end well. It is for people who know that authoritarianism does not show up wearing a crown on day one. It shows up dressed like policy, enforcement, bureaucracy, and a thousand little rules that always land hardest on immigrants, queer people, poor folks, and anyone who does not fit the approved shape.

Colorado is full of contradictions. Billion dollar ski towns sitting next to workers who cannot afford rent. Progressive slogans on yard signs paired with silence when ICE vans roll through. This piece does not pretend the state is pure. It calls it out. No kings means no billionaires deciding who belongs. No masters means no cops or politicians acting like they own the streets.

This sticker belongs on a rusted Subaru bumper heading up I-70, on a fridge in a Capitol Hill apartment, on a water bottle dragged up fourteeners. It is for mutual aid organizers in Aurora, punk kids in Colorado Springs, and anyone who learned the hard way that rights are only real if you defend them.

Strange Gang does not do nostalgia for fake freedom. This is about now. About recognizing patterns. About refusing the MAGA fantasy that strength comes from cruelty and obedience. Colorado has a long history of people pushing back against extraction, exploitation, and control. This carries that tradition forward in plain language.

No kings. No masters. No excuses. Not here. Not anywhere.