RAW DOGMA                                                                           written by Nkrumah Steward

Static Build Up In Man’s Clothing Makes Carpet Ignite

Life is bizarre enough as it is.
The last thing any of us need are adding freak occurrences into the equation. They don’t do any of us any good.
Scientists have gotten as bad as religious leaders in so far as they are just as incapable of saying “I don’t know,” as your local priest is.
Everyone wants an answer to everything and there are just too many people out there willing to give you one whether they are qualified or not.
So when something freaky happens like the clock on your wall stops exactly at noon, people want to know “why?”.
Most of the time a simple answer like, “it looks like the battery went dead,” will suffice, but for some, nothing short of, “it’s a sign telling you what numbers to play tonight” like God is telling you he wants you to be rich, but orchestrating an untraceable bank oversight in your favor, well that would be unethical, but giving you the winning lotto numbers and cheating everyone else that played the lotto out of their money is perfectly acceptable.
Well I am suggesting that when the ball lands on the line between religion and science maybe we shouldn’t look to religion or science to find the answers. Because if you think about it, there is one place we could look that should be considered an authority on freak occurrences, comic books.
Nearly every single super hero and nearly every single villain in their rogue gallery is the direct or indirect product of some freak occurrence.
The only reason Superman exists is because his father discovered after 4 billion years of relative peace and tranquility on Krypton, that the entire planet, which had shown no signs of it being any different than any other celestial planet in the universe was going to simply “blow up”.
Spiderman gets bit by a radioactive spider and instead of growing five arms and about 6 more eyes all over the top of his head, he keeps his humanoid appearance but can suddenly walk on walls, spin webs out of his wrists and sense when danger is approaching.
He could have just as easily had a radioactive roach crawl into his food, eaten it and woke up the next morning with an insatiable urge to crawl through people’s garbage.
Frank Clewer of the western Victorian city of Warrnambool, Australia wore a synthetic nylon jacket and a wool shirt underneath it to a job interview.
Here is the truly amazing part of it, by the time Frank had walked into the building to his job interview he had built up almost 40,000 volts of static electricity in his body between that nylon jacket and that wool shirt.
Within five minutes of walking on the carpet, the carpet started to go up in flames.
I am sure at the sight of that priest started kissing their crucifixes and terrorist started checking the timers on their detonators to make sure that they hadn’t accidentally hit any buttons.
Apparently in order to combat the flames the fire department cut off power to the building assuming that the cause of the fire was a power surge or some kind from faulty wiring in the building, but then they noticed several scorch marks on the carpet, probably in the shape of footprints and the sound of what sounded like a bullwhip cracking.
When Frank got back into his car he even scorched a piece of plastic that he touched in his car.
Firefighters on the scene measured his clothing and determined that they were carrying a charge of 40,000 volts and that was dangerously close to making items he came in contact with just spontaneously combust.
Fire official Henry Barton said, "I've been firefighting for over 35 years and I've never come across anything like this."
Source: Man's static jacket sparks alert, BBC, September 16, 2005
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