Most of the merchandise I design (which you can purchase here, by the by) have their genesis in pure rage. It’s probably not good for my mental health, but eh. I try to censor myself, at least. Whichever ones don’t pass the civilized human being test after a brief cool-off period, I chuck.
For example, after a day of being confronted with the reality of Peak Everything, I made a bumper sticker urging folks to spay or neuter their teenagers. But it was a pinch too eugenic for my comfort, so out it went.
Shows how much I know.
Maybe I should listen to Anson and start chucking my principles out instead. I’ll start by posting pictures of brick-worthy bumper stickers without bothering to censor the license plate.