Perhaps the very existence of this page can't be separated from the expectations that come with it .  We ought to state our message here on this page.  We ought to interpret the dark, latent telegram that is hiding just behind the images and text on this site.  The insurgency, however, will not do this.  That is to say, not in any "traditional" sense.  But of course, even a declaration of a non-message is a message, and here we have already come into contact with the inherent (or superficial if you wish) trap in signs and letters.

Meanwhile, the image seems to have some traps of its own.  Our method (if such a haphazard enterprise may be called that) recognizes that once an image exists, it will be revered, interpreted, and finally classified. But our job is not taxonomy; neither will we worship nor read the tea leaves of our current predicament in late-stage consumer capitalism.  However, that is not to say that the insurgency isn't keenly aware of the soft fascism than can arise through the proliferation of images.  We will therefore attempt neutralize the fascist trajectory of the image through the strategic placement of text-- knocking the image from its concrete perch and letting it fall back into the enigmatic play of representation. 

Our job is one of illuminating juxtapositions that are at once both obvious and untenable.  The insurgency strives to be the cocklebur inside your sock that constantly reminds you that your insidious reality resides firmly within the smooth play of seduction and consumption.

Whether or not any sort of transcendence can occur as a result of this consciousness is a question we will not attempt to answer.  For now, we can only (com)promise to diligently follow the string that lightly tethers you to the webbed world of the T-shirt.