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Men's & Women's "Duck Hunt" Themed High-quality durable fashion.
We pledge 50% of all net proceeds to "Nonprofit endeavors."
Each launch will align with a different philanthropic ventures. Our most recent launch is our "i Killed the Ugly Duckling Series," which gives to the Rotary Action Group Against Slavery.
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*This is not affordable fashion. This is art and purpose. You buy clothes. You save lives.
We don't want to ruin "your" hunt, but we found out that there are butchers out in the world who are "trafficking" duckies. There are little duckies in our world, today, that are manufacturing goods in factories like grown @$$ men. Put to work like slaves.
We're psycho killer hunters, and we don't give a f*** about anything... But, we want to help with this sad, bad s#!+. We are pledging 50% all net proceeds to those poor little ducklings.
A lot of what these organizations do is educate. Those are not my desires. I'd like to work closely with them to save children from forced labor, providing a way to an education and a new life.
We're DONATING, PLEDGING, WHATEVER THE F*** YOU WANNA CALL IT, 50% of ALL NET PROCEEDS to the ROTARY ACTION GROUP AGAINST SLAVERY
I KNOW WE HAVE JOKES EVERYWHERE. BUT, THIS IS NOT A JOKE*
Learn more about our beneficiaries here - www.ragas.online
***Don't click the links yet. It disrupts the user's workflow (that's you). We're trying to manipulate you into buying stuff. If you click, a new window is gonna open for the beneficiary, and you're going to lose us here. So... Be sure to go make your purchases first, then come back and click your little heart out.
WHO THE F*** IS MORTAL?
(The Guy Who Made These Clothes)
Introducing Mortal, better known as Mortal Mic —
like macro-micro, microscope, microphone, micro-your-mom.
School dropout turned steelworker, turned businessman, turned failure, turned entrepreneur & philanthropist.
Yeah, it doesn’t make sense — but that’s kind of the point.
This @$$hole dropped out of school to become a "rapper," Mortal Mic, to become a blue-collar steel worker named DeWilde, who walked into a union shop and passed up people who’d been sitting on their asses for 20 years waiting to be “trained.” (This is a f***** obnoxiously long sentence. Kinda cool. F****** read it again)*
“I got distracted in life. I knew I was destined to make music (merp merp), but somehow ended up in a job that smells like sulfuric acid, nightmares, molten metal, and regret.
Twelve-hour shifts. No lunch. No breaks. Iron fines glittered in the air. ‘You can eat while you work, I guess.’
Go ahead, smoke inside, nobody cares.
Just get your a$$ to work.
First day, first sentence, the manager looks me dead in the eye and says-a, “f*** this & an F*** that, and that Mother******."
I laughed inside, I had to. Never experienced that. Not every place hides behind HR. Some places are a little more raw and uncut (so, yeah, that's kinda what you're getting).
And yeah, I learned from real ones. Men, who work through retirement if capable, because that’s what we do. Men who've dedicated their lives to their craft.
WE DON'T WORK... IT'S JUST WHO WE ARE (f***ing scoff).
This is the young me speaking to the old me. The old man speakin to the young buck. Teaching me. Teaching the kid I used to be. Teaching the man wanna become.
Our jobs don’t break us (although sometimes it feels like it might). That 16-hour grueling shift is who the fuck we are.
It's who, i am. It sharpened me.
Turned me into someone who could finally face himself, and tell him to get the f*** back up.
Now I take all that chaos and turn it into clothes (turn it into somethin, start with clothes).
Into stories you can wear. Into something real.
If it speaks to you, cool. I made it for the ones who see themselves in the mess. No dumb f***ing hunting puns. Loser to steel mill. Loser to music, fashion, and trying not to be a piece of shit (like tryin to give back. We live such fortunate lives).
Buy some f***ing merch.
Save a couple ducklings.
Saving me is saving you. Save yourself if you feel like it.
- Mortal
