I think its bull, but you've got to admire the chutzpah of someone who makes a buck from offending people, complaining about hate mail.

I'm done. I'm finished. I can't take the stupidity anymore, so I'm leaving and I'm taking my website with me. As of Tuesday, Feb 10, 2009, T-Shirt Hell will be no more.

No, I'm not selling out to some douchebag corporate entity. No, we're not being sued by any of the over 40 companies that have sent us cease and desists over the years. No, I'm not going to jail (yet) and no, it's not because of the economy. Although, the recent dip in sales certainly does make the idea easier to accept, even though we still sell over 3000 shirts a week.

I started this company in June of 2001, nearly 8 years ago, with the intention of producing the best satirical, the most controversial, the funniest t-shirts on the internet. Generally speaking, I feel I've accomplished that and am satisfied with what we've put out. I made a sh_tload of dough along the way. I've done cocaine off the better body parts of supermodels. I've even raped and killed a mountain panda in the hills of Shaanxi. But these perks are besides the point.

I just don't feel like dealing with idiots anymore. I'll give you an example of the kind of misguided morons we deal with on a regular basis at T-Shirt Hell. We released a new shirt a couple weeks ago that says "It's not gay if you beat them up afterwards". I will not explain the irony or the social commentary of the slogan because anyone with half a brain should be able to handle that on their own. Problem is, we've been besieged with emails from angry people complaining about the "fact" that the shirt is hate speech or that we're promoting gay bashing and should take it down immediately.

Just brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it?

The dysfunction just oozes from every pore. I know something about the T-shirt business since I had a friend in it for many years. Las Vegas isn't full of T-shirt guys spending their millions at the blackjack tables. Now that the Messiah is safely ensconced in the halls of power, righting wrongs and writing checks, the silk-screened middle-finger salute just doesn't seem appropriate anymore, and Republicans are generally too civilized for that kind of nonsense. Long story short: The work stops, the cause peters out, the hope dies, and the dream--such as it was--is dead.