I caught that. I've had some pretty entertaining episodes around here because of those shirts. Or my habit of jumping into overheard converstion between libs " Excuse me, but you don't really believe that f***ing horses*** do you?" Hilarity ensues. Most of the so-called 'hardcore radicals' here sell wolf tickets when their bluff is called. They're real tough up in Seattle wearing black masks while breaking windows @ Starbucks, though. My lady gets pissed when I do my 'street theater' so I don't do it around her anymore.
Oh, but it's SOOOOOOOOOO addictive, ain't it?