Our Mission
We’re not here to sell shirts. We’re here to remind people what freedom actually means — and who’s been trampling on it. Every stitch we sew, every word we print, is a warning shot across the bow of tyranny.
At Forefather Threads, we stand for the Constitution, not the watered-down version they push in schools or the one the suits in D.C. cherry-pick when it suits them. We’re talking about the real deal — rights paid for in blood, not ink.
Every day, those rights get chipped away — speech censored, arms restricted, privacy violated. But most folks are too distracted or too afraid to call it out. Not us. We come from rust, grit, and backbone. We were raised on stories of rebellion and built to speak the truth, no matter how loud it shakes the room.
So yeah, we make shirts. But they’re not just clothes — they’re armor. They're conversation starters. They’re a middle finger to apathy.
Because if the Founding Fathers came back today…
They wouldn't recognize what the hell we’ve let happen.
We’re here to change that.
Blood, Bourbon & Brotherhood
Not a slogan. A summary.
Hessencassel
Title: Chief Agitator | Historian of Hellraising
He’s the spark that lit this bourbon-soaked fuse. Raised on rebel hymns and raised hell ever since. Hess is the guy who won’t shut up about liberty, but somehow still makes you laugh between rants. If Forefather Threads had a constitution, he wrote it—with a cigar in his mouth and a whiskey glass in his hand.
Mission Report: Once tried to write off bourbon as a business expense—and nearly pulled it off.
Sweat
Title: The Backbone | Builder of Everything but Bullshit
Sweat’s the guy you call when something needs built, fixed, or blown up. Wears boots, breaks rules, and probably broke a rib last week just to prove a point. If he believes in you, he’s all in. If he doesn’t—you’ll know.
Classified Detail: Carried a buddy three miles once. Said less than 20 words the whole time.
E-Bone
Title: The Quiet One | Digital Ghost & Bullshit Filter
You won’t hear him coming, but your Wi-Fi will mysteriously stop working if you talk nonsense. E-Bone’s the one keeping things online, upright, and just sketchy enough to avoid detection. Doesn’t say much, but when he does, it usually ends in "—and that’s how I fixed it."
Redacted Truth: Might be the reason your phone battery drains near him. Ask him. He won’t answer.
Bean
Title: Resident Menace | Mouthpiece of the Mayhem
Bean’s chaos with a heart. If a revolution had a mascot who could shotgun a beer and win an argument at the same time, it’d be him. He’ll make you laugh, push your buttons, and go to war for you without blinking. He’s the wild card who’s always played face-up.
Unauthorized Statement: Banned from Facebook more times than the local dive bar. Still gets back in.
Drop the Gavel
We’re not judges, but we’ll still hear your case.
We read every message. Unless it starts with “To Whom It May Concern.”
Let us know what you need — unless it’s permission. That’s not our thing.
Speak freely. It’s still legal... for now.