Better hurry up and start diggin, and I ain’t kiddin’ for it’s gonna start gettin’ hot, hot, hot around these parts, all on account of Asteroid Nemesis 128, discovered on Nov. 25, 1872, and it seems to be coming back to “get” us.
Me mind on fire, me soul on fire, feeling hot, hot, hot, all around me, feeling hot, hot, hot. I’m hot, you’re hot, he’s hot, she’s hot, real hot, real hot, real hot. Ha, ha, Oh Lord! (“Hot, Hot, Hot” – Buster Poindexter -1987)
So, you ask, where did I hear about the Nemesis? Well, you may remember the late, great Art Bell, late night host of the paranormal radio show “Coast-to-Coast AM” on KFI Radio, 640 on the AM dial, now hosted by George Noory. Bell, who was all about UFOs, shadow people and alien abductions, was the first human to discover a pyramid, as well as a monkey face on Mars, not to mention his friend Travis Walton who was abducted by aliens and Mel Waters, noted for digging “Mel’s Hole to Hell.” And Roy Sullvan the human lightning rod who was struck by lightning seven times. So, this kinda proves all this stuff is for real, eh, need I say more?
But, getting back to the Nemesis theory. Noory, who recently interviewed author Andy Lloyd about his latest book, which is focused on the Nemesis theory, proposing that the sun has a hidden celestial body in our solar system, a brown dwarf star that periodically sends comets toward earth. Well, Mel, I’m gonna start diggin’ a hole out on the grassy knoll behind the stately Motley Manor, just in case.
I’m not really gonna dig a hole, but my late, great Uncle Harold had a bomb shelter installed beneath his garage in Santa Paula with a refrigerator chock-full of a six-month supply of beer and pizza. Every time my family visited Uncle Harold, Cousin John, Cousin Dick and myself would help ourselves to his supply of Coors Light. Boy, was he ticked off when he opened the fridge on our next visit, only to discover it was devoid of Coors Light (true story).
Maybe that is why I won’t be digging my mountain bomb shelter – my kids and their friends would probably drink up all my beer.
Keep it flyin’,
Uncle Mott
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