By Claire Edwards
with thanks to Prof. Olle Johansson and Rachel Santini1
12 July 2020
Alas, poor Yorick! 5G is coming to Elsinore!
The media seek to pour their poisonous lies about the innocuousness of 5G and wireless in our ears, but like Hamlet, we have found them out. Media stooges need to remember that whether kings or beggars, we are all equal in the face of microwaves and may all end prematurely in the graveyard, our joy and laughter stilled forever like poor Yorick.
Ericsson is about to roll out 5G in the town that takes its name from the famous fortress where Hamlet met his destiny. We are all Hamlet now, faced with the question of whether to live nobly or die ignominiously:
To 5G or not to 5G, that is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous wireless,
Or to take arms against a sea of telcos,
And by opposing end them?
To defy: to be meek;
No more; and make a stand to put an end
To heart-ache and the thousand unnatural shocks
Our flesh is wired to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To decry, to sweep;
Away: perchance to free ourselves from the Web;
For in that freedom what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this lethal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the assault
That makes calamity of human lives;
For who would bear the waves and harm of WiFi,
The regulators’ wrong, the oligarchs’ unseemly
Pangs of undisguised greed, the law’s delay,
The insolence of officials and the spurns
That governments of the worthy make,
When we ourselves might a quiet life create
With a clear rejection? who would antennas bear,
To grunt and sweat under satellites,
Feeling the dread of torture and death,
The unacknowledg’d injuries silently borne
By planetary life forms, puzzles the will
And makes us rather exert those wills we have
Than endure the hazards that now forebode?
Thus conscience must make heroes of us all;
Or else the native hue of creation
Be sicklied o’er with the pale cast of radiation,
And enterprises of little wit or judgement
With such contempt their currents may turn on us,
And loose their waves of affliction.—Rise you now!
The good people! Earth, in thy horizons
Be all their sins remember’d.
The telcos want us to believe in their promises of a shiny technocratic future full of cellphones, antennas and satellites tracking, surveilling, cyborgising and killing us:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this evil curse from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded media;
And all those microwaves have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Out, out, sick WiFi!
Cellphones are but walking shadows, poor players,
That strut and fret their hour upon the stage,
They must be heard no more. They offer tales
Told but by idiots, full of sound and fury,
Methinks the telcos do protest too much. Do they think we are easier to be played on than a pipe? We do not accept being spied on by the agenda of the Crown.
Just like the henbane poured in the unsuspecting king’s ear, the telcos’ microwaves are a vile and leperous distillment, whose effect holds such an enmity with blood of man that swift as quicksilver they course through the voltage-gated calcium channels of the body and with a sudden vigour do posset and curd, like eager droppings into milk, the thin and wholesome blood.
Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say! To our own selves let us be true. Let us take arms against the wiles of trickster telcos, governments and regulators and by opposing end them!
1. Newsvoice. “If 5G is not deemed safe in the USA, and nowhere in the rest of the world, by the insurance industry … why is it by the Danish government?” Rachel Santini, MA, Cultural Anthropologist, Copenhagen, Denmark, and Olle Johansson, Associate Professor, formerly of the Karolinska Institute Medical University, Stockholm, Sweden. 8 July 2020. Available at https://newsvoice.se/2020/07/5g-not-safe-usa/.