Hope your Thanksgiving holiday is joyful and abundant with all the turkey and stuffing you could stuff down your throat. Thanksgiving at the stately Motley Manor is always a romantic affair. I always like to tell the Missus that whenever I see a turkey I want a leg, but when I see you, baby, I just wanta neck…Ha, ha, made you laugh.
So, after Thanksgiving was all said and done, we hopped in the Mottmobile and headed for “Lost Wages,” Nevada. While en route to our hotel, down on Flamingo Road, we came upon the National Atomic Testing Museum. This sounded rather intriguing so, after we got tired of pumping dollars into the one-armed bandits, we doubled back to Flamingo to check out this national monument, which was dedicated on Oct 26, 2012, by none other than Senator Harry Reid, who, by the way, was late to the dedication ceremony due to an accident on the I-15 Freeway. Well, that’s probably more than you needed to know, but now you know, jut in case anyone asks.
Anyway, it was quite fascinating, and we learned a lot about nuclear weapons (That would be nuc-u-lar for George Bush fans. Or Dubya, as he was sometimes referred to.). The museum docents really put a positive spin on them, too. For instance, we learned that the newer, more modern thermonuclear (or thermo-nuc-u-lar) devices are a lot safer than the older models because they produce much less of that nasty radioactive fallout that causes your hair to fall out and your skin to peel off before your organs die and you bleed to death. That’s, of course, if you happen to survive the initial blast, which produces a six-mile-wide fireball that generates approximately 10 million degrees of heat (about 6,300 the temperature of the sun’s surface). We also learned that thermonuclear devices have made the whole world safer for democracy (Enjoy it while you still can, folks).
But, with tempers flaring and tensions high in the Middle East of late, I figured it would behoove us to learn more about “Our Friend, the Atom” (an episode of the Bell Telephone Hour back in the 60s).
No one likes us, I don’t know why, we may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try. All around, our friends put u down. Let’s drop the big one and see what happens. We give them money, but are they grateful? No, they’re spiteful and they’re hateful. They don’t respect us, so let’s surprise them, we’ll drop the big one and pulverize them. (“Political Science” – Randy Newman – 1972)
Keep it flyin,’
Uncle Mott
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