Lately, several readers have asked me whether I wear my tinfoil hat to bed. I have to say, the answer is not short, but it is informative and analysis of it may help you to avoid the pathology I experience.
Some say it started the day of my birth. There was a terrible rain storm and flood waters surrounded my parent’s trailer house. Dad had to carry Mom through waist deep water to get to the car parked on higher ground. My great uncle said this birth stress left me full of mud. That was his way of saying, “nonsense.”
Others say it had to do with my parents reading to me as a baby which precipitated my wanting to learn to read at the age of 3. Mom complied. She had no choice. I was attached to her leg and wouldn’t let go until she promised. Thus, I was given positive reinforcement for throwing a fit to get what I wanted.
My pathology could have had something to do with my reading “Theirs Is the Kingdom,” after finishing all the little kids books available. This tome is passed out by the Watchtower People and is about martyrdom, a topic certain to corrupt a young mind. My father, seeing that my mind was being warped, helped it along by suggesting I read some Mark Twain, Nathaniel Hawthorne, James Fenimore Cooper, and Edgar Allen Poe. I also had access to and was encouraged to read the fairy tales of Hans Christian Andersen and Grim as well as the mind bending stories of Uncle Remus and Brer Rabbit. It’s an oversight on the part of my teachers and my doctor that my pathology wasn’t discovered before I entered third grade.
All of the above are mind bending experiences that children should be steered away from if they are to come out normal and compliant. My disease took a rest when I reached fifth grade and developed an addiction to the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew mysteries. This was permissible in the larger scheme of society. Unfortunately, it did not last long. I finished all of these books available and immediately dove into books on biology and the origin of humans. I also read my first science fiction during this period. The science fiction alone was enough to twist my brain into knots.
By the time I reached high school, I started to read the newspapers, U.S. News and World Report, Newsweek, and other mainstream birdcage liners. I was whipped up into a frenzy of wanting to go to war and fight for democracy against the Communists in Vietnam. I read everything I could about the progress of the war including the daily body count . The more I read, the more I felt compelled to defend our country. The low frequency energy waves had got to me. I was ready to enlist. Saliva dripped out of the corner of my mouth when I thought of entering the war.
In my junior year of high school, I was persuaded by a teacher some described as the devil himself, to join the debate team. My school was in the bottom 10% of high schools in the nation and this proved to be the element that changed my life forever. You see, the other kids from schools with money gave their debate teams portable file cabinets full of evidence cards all arranged according to the arguments being pursued. My school did not have this convenience. My debate partner and I had to read whole articles and pick out the useful part then transfer it to a 3 x 5 card for easy access during the debate. In short, we learned too much, an argument for ensuring no schools are left behind if I ever heard one.
This neglected hole in the public school propaganda, excuse me, teaching system, was the final straw. As I perused the Congressional Digest, a document solely designed to put most people to sleep, I found an admission that the Vietnam War was started on the basis of a lie. Soon they shall have this loophole covered as everything is going digital and with digital, whenever something slips through that disturbs the current narrative, it will easily be erased on all platforms. Unfortunately, for the sake of national security, by the time this oversight was discovered, too many Congressional Records had been distributed and the damage was done. They had to rely on people falling asleep before readers encountered this disturbing information. Fortunately, this sufficed and those, like me, who did not fall asleep were easily marginalized by accusing them of wearing tinfoil hats not realizing that someday they would be a fashion statement as well as protection from low frequency energy waves.
In any case, as a child I had been taught not to lie by a spoonful of cayenne pepper turned upside down and placed on my tongue while sitting in a corner. The lesson was so imprinted on me that after finding that the government lied about the Gulf of Tonkin, I could not participate in any activities related to that conflict. Indeed, at every turn I protested it.
Sadly, the process continued into my senior year with a debate question that revolved around the US government’s practice of spying on its citizens, for our protection, of course. I dove into this topic with the tenacity of a rock climber halfway up a sheer cliff. I discovered more lies, and it kept me climbing this steep rock wall. There was one very big warning given that was forsaken by me. I gave a speech in front of the Lion’s Club on our free enterprise system and I did not laud the system with the sweet words they were willing to hear. In fact, I predicted the economic mess we are in at this very moment. I must say, I did not predict all the particulars, and the timeline I suggested was way off. I did hit the general idea of what would happen on its head.
The speech made an ugly impression on my audience. Their faces displayed anger and the man sitting in the front row near the podium was seen to extract a cord from his pocket to fashion a hangman’s noose while I talked. Obviously, I didn’t take the hint. I continued to express disbelief in the mainstream reality, a disbelief I harbor to this day.
Do I wear my tinfoil hat to bed? Of course I do. I need to keep the low frequency vibrations from interfering with my rest and putting thoughts that aren’t my own in my head as I sleep. Besides, it’s quite fashionable.