Hmmm.... When it comes to weaponization, especially nuclear weapons, I feel that I have to take the same philosophical position on them that I do as my neighbors having firearms. I really hate the notion that I have to say it's OK for me to have them but it's not OK for my neighbors to have them. I'm well aware that we could kill everybody on the planet if everybody fired their nukes at each other at the same time, but I would be a hypocrite if I took the position that I'm better or more responsible than my neighbors, therefore, I get to choose who gets them and who doesn't. If I took that position, I would then be equal to the Liberal anti-gunners who think they are better or more worthy than me to own weapons. I can tell you this..... I've lived a long time and have seen a lot of things happen. I have to take the position that Teddy Roosevelt took about, "Walk softly and carry a big stick". That means walk away from a fight if you can but if you have to fight then quickly and brutally remove the enemy from the planet. When we fiddled and farted around in the Viet Nam war, I said, "We need to wipe them out or walk away". We played a losing game of "Got you last" for years and years when we could have ended it in 1 week. Do I think that the US will be directly attacked? Nope. I think that we will get sucked into a world war when one of our weak allies gets attacked. It won't make any difference. We will be in it up to our necks whether we like it or not. In the next World War, you can bet we will be fighting on our own soil. Our Major cities will be the targets long before the Rural areas have to deal with it. My Father was in WW2, and he said that the worst thing he saw was thousands of people digging through garbage just to find a bite or two of something to eat. Now, that's not to say that seeing his fellow soldiers getting shot and blown up wasn't devastating. It certainly was. He told me that a German 88mm artillery shell landed right on top of his battle buddy 50 feet away and there was nothing left of him and even my father took some shrapnel from the blast. The day he died, he still had a small piece of shell fragment in his shoulder, and you could feel it if you ran your hand across it. I sure as Hell don't want to have to fight, but if I have to, I'll force myself to be ruthless about it.