Wear the badge of environmental radicalism, and you're a citizen automatically under suspicion.

All seems infected that the infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

They sure put that fence up in a hurry, ... I have to wear a badge to go from place to place here.

Pose a political threat to Business As Usual, and sooner or later, mostly sooner, someone will try to kill you.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

The First Law of Journalism: to confirm existing prejudice, rather than contradict it.