So the Twin Cities DSA group had a bonfire, and as you might expect, the jokes wrote themselves. 

Tax the rich indeed. There's only one problem, though. The rich already pay most of the taxes.

Well, and there's that.

We've included a handy dandy table for quick reference.

Who wants to bet they bought them from Costco?

Aw man! No Ruffles? Really?

Using their own trope against them is so much fun! 

Why? Never ask them why! We shall. 

And all the DSA kids be like: 

For all the revolutionary rhetoric, the photos show something remarkably familiar: friends gathered around a backyard grill, enjoying burgers, desserts, and an evening behind a nice wooden fence.

And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

But when you advertise the gathering as a 'Tax the Rich' bonfire, don't be surprised when the internet starts asking who owns the backyard.

The revolution will be catered, comrades.

Just remember to close the gate on your way out.