Having survived Desperation Day, it is now the political post mortems and Treachery Times.

The previously incumbent government received 40% of the vote, the main opposition party 39%. Both will be romancing the half dozen or so little parties who together got the remaining 11% to see who can form the most stable government. This is where treachery enters. This is where policy promises can become sacrificed on the altar of expediency. Whichever way it goes, one of the bigger parties will miss out… but a little party will share power instead. That means that a party with only 2% voter support can become part of the governing body while one with around 20 times more voter support is left out in the cold. Now that’s an odd twist on democracy for you.

But here’s a power dressing story with possible potential…

In Australia recently a bloke discovered he could generate sufficient power to burn holes in the carpet and melt plastic with his shoes if he walked about wearing a nylon jacket over a woollen bush shirt. He generated sufficient voltage to almost spontaneously combust, cause the evacuation of a building, and have the fire brigade become involved. Now what if we all did that, wear a nylon jacket over a woollen bush shirt, and go about linked and uploading to the national grid at the same time?

It reminds me of when I once needed a continuous supply of tiny measured amounts of a drug delivered by a little pump through a fine tube inserted under my skin. I had to wear this little pump attached to my body the whole time. The discharge of static electricity build-up in my clothes during the day would cause the pump’s microprocessor to hang up unless I undressed holding on to the tap in the bathroom in order to earth myself. Don’t scoff. That was for real.

You never know… harvesting these unique forms of energy generation may just one day help sustain the planet.

General elections… government… power… energy…
Well, there is some sort of common thread running through all this bloggy blah, but I will admit that another mug of Starbucks wouldn’t go amiss.