A World Lit Only By Fire

Earth Hour must be a particularly ironic time of day for anyone whose electricity supply has been terminated by their utility company for non-payment. How can these poor souls demonstrate solidarity with such an environmental initiative when they have nothing to turn off?
And exactly how is the homeless community supposed to contribute? By only urinating in doorways of those stores that fail to switch their neon signage off at night? Apparently only the rich and socially well-adjusted are invited to this eco-friendly feel-good festival.
And then there's me. I am Baron Frankenstein and I have a monster I want to bring to life. I could suck zillions of volts from the central grid to animate my creation, but I have decided to harness the power of the heavens instead. Think about how much energy I shall save the world by using my own electro-magnetic charge. These Earth Hour people should give me a medal, but they'll just chase me around my castle with flaming torches like everybody else always does. One day, many years from now, the people of the future will embrace science and its achievements, and then these dark, dark ages will finally be over.