Tin Foil Hat Quotes

Today I'm on tell you bout a man from outer space." She just loves hearing about peoples from outer space. Her favorite show on the tee-vee is My Favorite Martian, I pull on my antennae hats I shaped last night out a tin foil, fasten em on our heads. One for her and one for me. We look like we a couple a crazy people in them things. "One day, a wise Martian come down to Earth to teach us people a thing or two," I say. "Martian? How big?" "oh, he about six-two." "What's his name?" "Martian Luther King." She take a deep breath and lean her head down on my shoulder. I feel her three-year-old heart racing against mine, flapping like butterflies on my white uniform. "He was a real nice Martian, Mister King. Looked just like us, nose, mouth, hair up on his head, but sometime people looked at him funny and sometime, well, I guess sometime people was just downright mean." I coul get in a lot a trouble telling her these little stories, especially with Mister Leefolt. But Mae Mobley know these our "secret stories". "Why Aibee? Why was they so mean to him?" she ask. "Cause he was green.

Talbot?” Tracy cried, barely able to contain her surprise or shock. “Is that really you?” She took a half step towards me. “Of course it is!” BT said, barreling towards me. “Who the fuck else would wear a tin foil hat!

Who the hell was I to tell him differently? Shit, I was just some bald guy wearing a poncho and a tin foil hat. I would have been shunned by bums in Detroit.

The guardian angel And little devil Sitting on my shoulders Pass a bottle Back and forth Laughing At my shortcomings So the clown in me Steals it And we all end up Drunk and naked Dancing around A bonfire Adding ingredients To the gumbo

When I peeked out the window into the yard, there was Kurt with some kind of contraption on his head that resembled a tin-foil hat, sneaking around the yard followed by a half a dozen laughing toddlers. Kurt had that million-dollar grin on his face and I could tell he was definitely in nirvana. I guess you could say he was the Pied Piper of compassion.

Emptying Town" I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman in a party hat, clinging to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, "Stop!" and I close my eyes. I can't watch as this town slowly empties, leaving me strung between bon-voyages, like so many clothes on a line, the white handkerchief stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus rips open his shirt to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny, the way he points to it. I'm afraid the way I'll miss you will be this obvious. I have a friend who everyone warns me is dangerous, he hides bloody images of Jesus around my house, for me to find when I come home; Jesus behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked into the mirror. He wants to save me but we disagree from what. My version of hell is someone ripping open his shirt and saying, Look what I did for you.

There is a part of our population who dig up the truth while trying to inform the other portion, but they are looked upon as loons. A majority of these people are not nut jobs running around in tin foil hats; these people are modern day patriots.

As we have progressed on our journey of learning, we are confronted with the glaringly obvious fact that most are imprisoned within their world views by FEAR. Fear is the reason people succumb to the structural incentives and penalties to ignore, dismiss or suppress any evidence or information which challenges their “comfortable and familiar” world view. To “march out of step” to bridge the reality gap requires courage, the courage to challenge our preconceptions and beliefs; those who “step out of line” risk ridicule, opprobrium and worse. Fear comes in many and various guises and is similarly betrayed in multiple behaviours, not least, aggression or retreat in the face of facts or uncomfortable truths. When confronted with information which shows people that their governments and all the institutions in which they trust, kill, steal and corrupt everything they touch, most are inclined, like children, to stick their hands over their ears and sing loudly, “la, la, la, we’re not listening because you’re a bat-shit crazy, tin-foil hat wearing, conspiracy theorist spouting Nazi hate speech [aka. Uncomfortable Truth] ”.

Do you ever wonder if we’re living in a world where the tin-foil hats are right?” I asked. “Every single day of my life.

The watchdogs are out The books are burning Your mind is roasting Your insides are slowing Depop around the corner  Get your tin foil hat and boil your water Distilled is better, organic or natural All labeled by a 3 letter monster Feeding the beast and bottom feeders  At the bank across the corner Go drink and be merry while the world burns And the powers that be legalize child porn... Nothing to see folks but the sound of crickets The American public has been so easily silenced Good luck France and bees, and honey and trees Your time is up as we sleep in our virtual dreams... Stéphane St-Pierre

The watchdogs are out The books are burning Your mind is roasting Your insides are slowing Depop around the corner  Get your tin foil hat and boil your water Distilled is better, organic or natural All labeled by a 3 letter monster Feeding the beast and bottom feeders  At the bank across the corner Go drink and be merry while the world burns And the powers that be legalize child porn... Nothing to see folks but the sound of crickets The American public has been so easily silenced Good luck France and bees, and honey and trees Your time is up as we sleep in our virtual dreams... Stéphane St-Pierre