The nuclear-weapons industry adopted the word “pit” for the weapon’s core, but this pit serves as a cache for — drum roll, please — a seed of destruction.
In the long run, the grassroots types sprouting by the side of the road may have a better chance of implementing disarmament than those steering policy limos down the middle of the road.
How did the denizens of another planet survive an era when its states, federations, or territories were armed with nuclear weapons or their extraterrestrial equivalent?
The Cold War was like two winos who’d dragged themselves from the gutter and stopped drinking. But, hedging their bets on sobriety, they carried around pints of Everclear 190 proof grain alcohol.
Looking gift horsemen in the mouth.
From poisoning disarmament protocols to thwarting development in India to even threatening corporate profits.
Connecting with a public that’s either complacent or frightened about nuclear weapons requires hitherto untapped reserves of ingenuity.
We won’t attack you with our nukes, but woe unto he who dares attack us. Still valid?
Teaching courses on arms control.
It is the existence of the weapons themselves — not who has them — that poses the greatest threat.