I saw Barry Van Dyke, Dick’s kid from the CBS show “Diagnosis: Murder,” on an infomercial selling a glorified, rube rousin’ heatin’ pad.
That thing has light emitting diodes all over it.
It’s dang hippiefied far-out cool to watch.
But it has no more beneficial effects than ANY heating pad.
Well, if you can get someone to pay you five or six times more than a regular heating pad, without the space-age pad’s trippin’ light-show, then I suppose
the hypno-heater WOULD benefit that person’s bank account.
It is most definitely, Diagnosis: Snake Oil.
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