“Brain frog”? Is that a chimera of these two creatures?
All hail Brain Frog.
Okay, admit it: Your biggest objection to this product is that you didn’t think of it first.
I dunno, man. I flatter myself to think I have a conscience.
While we’re here can I complain about those patches you stick on the bottom of your feet that remove all the “toxins” from your body? And they turn black to show you all the “toxins” they sucked out of your body overnight? Because they have iron compounds in them that turn black after soaking in your foot sweat all night?
Since 5G actually causes Covid-19, if everyone plastered their homes with these stickers the pandemic would be over, no need for mind-controlling vaccines.
We only think the pandemic would be over due to the mind-control rays emitted from the stickers.
“The box does work at keeping radiation in but also Wi-Fi will not work unless you’re in the same room as the router! It decreases the signal by 90%!! We really wanted to like it but it was impossible to use our phones in any other room of the house,” one negative review said.
If people are really concerned about radiation from RF signals, they should move to the area around Green Bank, West Virginia.
Was my late brother’s lament: “we’re not filthy rich because we can’t believe people would be that dumb”.
I’m not sure what they are trying to accomplish. Do they think the router is also broadcasting the dreaded 5G or are the trying to prevent the router from being… infected? by 5G.
Either way it’s (marginally) better than that wingnut in the UK who chastised (sic) two telecom workers about did they know 5G was “killing your Mums?”
They were installing a fiber optic cable.
If anyone has ever watched Better Call Saul, this all reminds me of Jimmy’s brother Chuck and his “allergy to electricity”.
The forerunner of EMF-phobia: fear that dangerous electricity leaks from your wall sockets when nothing is plugged in, or from a lamp lacking a bulb (this worried one of James Thurber’s relatives).
Worth a longer quote I think:
“She had an idea that the Victrola might blow up. It alarmed her, rather than reassured her, to explain that the [hand-cranked] phonograph was run neither by gasoline nor by electricity. She could only suppose that it was propelled by some newfangled and untested apparatus which was likely to let go at any minute, making us all the victims and martyrs of the wild-eyed Edison’s dangerous experiments.
The telephone she was comparatively at peace with, except, of course, during storms, when for some reason or other she always took the receiver off the hook and let it hang.
She came naturally by her confused and groundless fears, for her own mother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house. It leaked, she contended, out of empty sockets if the wall switch had been left on.
She would go around screwing in bulbs, and if they lighted up she would hastily and fearfully turn off the wall switch and go back to her [popular magazines] Pearson’s or Everybody’s, happy in the satisfaction that she had stopped not only a costly but a dangerous leakage. Nothing could ever clear this up for her.”