New discount shopping coupon

Use our new all inclusive shopping coupon “2up”
when you add two or more tees to your cart
and receive R30 off each t-shirt added.

of four tees or more still applies!

Try it out NOW!

*The fine print

This coupon will only work when you add 2 t-shirts to your cart. As soon as you add 2 shirts and enter “2up” in the coupon field, found on both your cart and checkout page, your order will be reduced by R30 per shirt added. In other words:
>>> R60 off orders of 2; R9o off orders of 3; R120 off orders of 4; R150 off orders of 5… <<<
Once you add 4 units you will also receive free shipping, so the more t-shirts you add the more discounts you receive. 

Signature Series

signature series designer t-shirt range

Tshirt Terrorist has been synonymous with cool, original South African t-shirt art since back in the day (read: 2008, when we launched our online shop). Since those early, formative years, we’ve populated our store and your world with the often mad, sometimes crazy conceptual creations of Tshirt Terrorist founder and owner, Harry Fokker.

Fokker would, through means both various and dubious, inspire, conjure up even, the ideas behind the seriously epic designs you’ve come to know and love and in most cases, own. What we really wanted though, for some time, was to involve local graphic designers, illustrators and artists more inclusively in the process.

Yes, Harry Fokker has some great ideas, concepts with staying power and relevancy, concepts that mimic and parody and barb, and through the skills of our league of freelance and agency designers they’ve become seriously awesome tees, but these artists have their own ideas too, and most importantly, their own unique take on things, their individual and captivating styles – their signature ‘vibe’ if you will, and this is how the idea for our new Signature range of designer tees came about.

We’ve thrown the doors of our shop wide open. Select designers will submit their own work for sale on our locally sourced, fashion fitted shirts.  Each designer, either a previous member of our team, or new talent we have sourced, once selected, will build their range of signature tees – owning the creative process, producing the kind of art they want to share and becoming a part of a platform that holds the ideals of t-shirt design as the pinnacle of its development.

At Tshirt Terrorist it has always been about the Art, not the Copy. That beautiful, gritty, heart-stopping moment of creation; the passionate compulsion that drives cutting edge design and delivers it to you, not merely the customer, but the wearer of something real and beautifully realised – that something special and definitely, definitively different. A genuine, originated artistic moment, encapsulated in a t-shirt that easily and quite simply, perfectly, becomes a part of who you are.

With our Signature range, as we allow artists to truly free and express themselves, we will continue to hold these ideals true. Harry Fokker will still generate the concepts behind the ongoing Tshirt Terrorist range, but with the assistance now of designers who are likewise creating their own tees and are by extension closer to both the process and the product. And this, of course, will result in more awesome tees, more often. Long live the t-shirt, and long live original t-shirt art. Thanks for your continued support!

Access the full Signature Series range for more awesome tees

Access the Signature Artists’ BIO Page, for more info on their art and selves.


Zuma Must Fall


robert mugabe jacob zuma they must all fall meme


Here at Tshirt Terrorist we’re not averse to a little controversy filtering through the rosy tinted lens. We actively, and under the right conditions, positively encourage it. Remember that Robert Guy, who took a tumble? Well, our Commander-and-Thief wishes to copy him so perhaps it’s time we lend him a hand.

Do us a favour. Either repost this pic on your social media. Or retouch other fall-guy memes with Zuma’s mugshot. Go wild and let’s open this up again. Ripe for the picking is this guy right here. Both of them, truly, but this guy?This guy? Right here. Right now. The Rand should not be the only thing that tumbles.

best bet… repost your new #zumamustfall memes to our facebook and we’ll share them:
tshirt terrorist fb page

North Korean Mousse Season Opens


kim jong-un north korea submarine missile launch

Male university students in North Korea are now required to get the same hairstyle, again, as their leader Kim Jong-un.

Earlier this year, a state-sanctioned guideline was introduced in the capital Pyongyang, followed by a country wide roll-out. The decree had its detractors, and for good reason: “Our leader’s hairstyle is very particular, if you will,” one source reported. “It doesn’t always go with everyone since everyone has different face and head shapes.” One North Korean, now living in China, stated the look was unpopular as it was thought to make those doning it resemble Chinese smugglers. “Until the mid-2000s,” he was quoted, “we called it the ‘Chinese smuggler haircut’.”

The new decree, made shortly after the successful test-launch of a submarine ballistic missile on May 9, has nearly every student up in arms. “This new style is impossible to duplicate and harder to manage”, says one student who wishes, obviously, to remain anonymous. “You get the edges and sides clipped and the top wind-blown wild and gelled – just right – and the next minute the little quiff of a fringe moves out slightly and there’s this soldier breathing down your neck! What am I going to tell my parents if I get detention? We’re spending a fortune on barber bills and there’s hardly even any food to eat in this country! I’m thinking of giving up my Socialist Studies and smuggling myself South of the border. At least I have the right haircut for that.”

Another student, with similar woes – sheltering from the wind and applying gel repeatedly using a compact mirror, tells of how the guideline has sparked a capitalist revival in the hair-styling industry, with barbers and stylists competing directly for customers by not only lowering their prices but showcasing their skills in marathon blowdry show-offs, events often marked by fete attractions, selfie parades and de-popularised music from Seoul. The decree has also allowed capitalism to rear its ugly, if not entirely shaven head in a more predictable manner, with figures from the small appliance retail sector and the home cosmetics industry showing sharp increases in the sales of blowdryers, hot air turbo stylers, ionic hair setters, spray gels, volume and controlling mousses and extreme texture root lifters, as well as a variety of other items not traditionally acquired by and associated with your average 16 – 25 year old North Korean male.

“One wonders where it will all end,” ponders a less than emphatic youth complete with quiff, wind-structured stand-up gelled-tips and mousse-managed flairs, “Should our esteemed leader one day begin losing his hair we’re going to be in for a very awkward and uncomfortable period in our country’s officially recognised history.”

(c) Routers


UCT Unveils Zuma Statue Plans

Rhodes Statue

And in other news, with the removal of the recumbent Rhodes statue from their grounds, The University of Cape Town’s Senate has announced plans to erect a new statue in its place.

While the process may seem unnaturally hurried, according to UCT Vice Chancellor, Max Price, who has gone on record previously by stating he too had called for the removal of the Rhodes statue, in his more heady days as a student activist, the university has consulted with both the Heritage Foundation and various activist  groups, (many of which have sprung up literally overnight in the wake of the #RhodesMustFall controversy) to replace the now vacant plinth spot with a statue of struggle hero and current president, Jacob Zuma.

The new statue, commissioned by the Senate and pending approval by the Heritage Foundation and the City Council, will feature Zuma in the regal pose of counting on his fingers. Bronzed, for ease of reference, and to avoid any likely discolouration in the event of future protests against then defunct regimes, outlines for the statue, which will stand at just under 6 metres tall (so as not to challenge the standing of a former, though possibly equally revered statesman) will be unveiled at a university function on 27 April, in honour of Freedom Day.

The EFF, while approached, were unavailable for comment, though one wonders how long the statue of Zuma will remain unmolested of charges that it Pay Back The Money. They have, however, come under some fire from ANC Chief Whip, Stone ‘no-pun-intended’ Sizani for the subsequent defacement of the statue of Louis Botha’s horse, an unashamedly racist beast by all accounts, in front of Parliament.

(c) Routers

Social Media

I Wrote A Poem On Social Media But Nobody Liked it

It was a post modern moment of a regurgitated soul but
I wrote a poem on social media and nobody liked it. I spent
the whole day ticking everybody’s status boxes but when I sat
down to write something seemingly significant and deliberately
poignant nobody gave a fuck –

On a level that makes me feel particularly small and insignificant
almost as if none of this is real and we are all simply staring blindly
into space through our desktop plasma screens our liquid crystal
OLED phone screens our smart tablet touchscreens at a world
that doesn’t exist beyond duckfaces and viral memes and
facebook events that nobody attends –

I’m trying very hard to get over myself in the light of more pressing
concerns scrolling briefly through my newsfeed – the endless death of
the bees from neonicothinoid pesticides produced by BAYER and
SYNGENTA – the Giant Specific Rubbish Heap that is getting more
and more specific with every plastic bag gadget trinket we
purchase during our ongoing role as modern consumers
for the petroleum meta-industry that rules the world
from The Vatican (where the second species lives
with elongated skulls hidden beneath their mitres) –

All the while trying to write a poem on social media without
the NSA getting in the way and subverting my thoughts
and planting terrorist subplots in my small business model
airplane so they can completely undermine my integrity
in the light of greater issues of more permanent importance –
like fracking and burning water and earthquake lights
in California like unmapped asteroids hiding behind the sun
like water on the moons of Jupiter or in the rings of Saturn
that we will never mine no matter how many science
fiction writers we shoot towards the moon –

And I wrote a poem on social media but all the comments
went missing suddenly like Malaysian Airlines flight MH370
that warped between cartesian planes astride the dreams
of Tesla who once upon a time powered the whole wide
world on a network that doesn’t require shares to run –

And I wrote with my tongue in both my cheeks like broken
teeth about bankrolled bullies who brought the skyscrapers
down in Iceland and Scotland and Greece and Italy
and Spanish Omelettes – And I wrote about disease in
Africa and multidrugresistantbacteria and our love
for antibiotics like skopas popcorn – And I wrote about
NATO encircling Russia like a swarm of tsetsiflies
and Nuclear Lullabies and lies, lies, lies – And I wrote
and I wrote and I wrote and nobody liked a fucking thing –

It was almost as if I was born too soon, having spent my
youth hunkered over dirty chunky 386 keyboards before
the internet was cool, gritty and sweaty and irreconcilable
and unshaven and full of godforsaken angst living the
miserable life of a true to jesus geek before guys
with beards came along –

Maybe they don’t like the poem I wrote on social media
because I don’t confess to owning a social consciousness
or a finger on the pulse or a finger up your ass every time
you jump up and post a selfie on Instagram –
Maybe it’s because I don’t give a fuck who did what at
The Cannes I simply wait to download all the xvids (oops!) 

Maybe it’s all beyond me and I wrote a poem on social
media and nobody even opened the note because I’m
simply not as cool or relevant as Jay-Z or JZ or Jimmy
fucking Kevin Carter Kasper Patrols I lived in a
basement playing 8-bit video games I was never
fuckingpopular and now all of a sudden I expect
a round of applause for merely plugging in
and smiling in your general miserable
direction –

It’s entirely possible that I wrote a poem on social media and nobody liked it.
In retrospect this would not be the first time I’ve supplicated myself before the
footstool pedestal of your magnanimous veneration only to find blankstares
and dissonance while the world outside rots to shit. This would not be the first
time the carbon monoxide emissions have gone to my head
while your omissions go straight to my fucking heart –

In retrospect I fell hopelessly in love with all of you the moment that first
email was sent and CIA agents highfived their genius selves in some secret
bunker where I’ve been living ever since – a misshapen gollum struggling to
grab onto an unnamable unfathomable unimpressionable precious that kills
kills kills without ever giving anything back – And I wrote, after all that
A poem on social media and nobody liked it but that’s OK
here’s a picture of a cat

grumpy cat tshirt terrorist propaganda post