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Throw Money At Nuclear Fusion

That headline more or less sums up my opinion frankly. I don't much care for carbon-related global warming arguments, though those determined to perform hatchet jobs on clean coal technology seem to. They'll kick and scream before we are forced to reopen the mines and to send those men back down into the dark for their country.

Given that we have gained a breathing space from the global slowdown's culling of oil and gas prices, we probably have the time for such a pointless fight, but politicians probably don't have the energy.

However, it does strike me as crazy that this country is prepared to throw money at windmills--literally-- and the funny-money carbon trading market, and not at nuclear fusion technology.

Look at this webpage on the polywell fusion reactor--which is being developed for a minuscule cost. Or consider the implication of this report on nuclear fuel 'waste' ; it may be that recent fission power schemes in this country could pay for themselves over time. Have a look at this fantastic site that I came across today, which is part of the international effort to develop nuclear fusion, the European Fusion Development Agreement.

I am well aware of the salutary lesson delivered a while ago by my reader Erik Min. Yet I'm still told that the Large Hadron Collider project at CERN could teach us about the magnetic containment of heavy hard fusion as a consequence of the use of thorium in the machine.

It could all come together. We could have a very bright, clean, safe future, which may even spur the world's powers to mine the moon rather than laying plans to blow each other up, since the lunar regolith contains lots of helium-3.

What we could only do if we tried. Instead, our leaders are burning money. Ah well.

Here is a video, a propos of nothing, of the lovely Skye Sweetnam in a leather suit singing 'Let's Get Moving'. It is past midnight after all, somewhere in the world, so it's OK to look.

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