
Okay,
Tater Lady is ridiculous. She's an inane dipshit on cursory analysis, medium analysis, and deep-tissue scanning with a goddamned tricorder.
Potatoes are not magic. They are starch. They are delicious fried, baked, or mashed. They can be a part of every single meal.
They are the roots of a plant related to the deadly nightshade plant.
Which, incidentally, is why that green fry you occasionally get at McDonald's tastes so nasty. It has a higher level of toxic nightshade chemicals called glycoalkaloids. Don't worry; the green fry won't kill you. It's just enough of the glycoalkaloids to taste like shit.
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| Yes, your honor, I am a piece of shit. |
Anyway, if potatoes could cure the common cold, Big Pharma would have isolated the active compounds, slapped them in a pill, and patented that shit decades ago. Martin Shkreli would be raising the price of potato-based meds by 2500% and then smirking like a prick when he got called out on it.
So Tater Lady is laughable.
But why is she laughable?
Turns out that, even in our short history, we
already wrote about this syndrome.