I remember seeing something about an advert blocker for the raspberry pi but I can’t find the original post, so some googling later and I found pi-hole.
https://pi-hole.net/
It took less than a minute and it kicks Ad Blocker Pro’s arse then beats it while it’s down. It’s amazing, not one single damn advert gets through, and those that do you can add to a black list.
So if like me you’re sick to death of adverts and you don’t mind spending a few quid getting a raspberry pi then this is a must.
Once complete, change the DNS server of the client (PC, phone, laptop, tablet or just about anything that uses your internet connection) to your rasperry Pi’s IP address.
curl -sSL https://install.pi-hole.net | bash
change the pi-hole password:
pihole -a -p newpasswordhere
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.