The National Atomic Museum in Albuquerque is the scariest showroom I've ever visited: Its display cases burst with air-delivered destruction, from Fat Man and Little Boy to the streamlined cruise missiles of more recent vintage. (These newer versions come accessorized with sprightly trim that points all too clearly to their dual status as weapon and totemic trade commodity.) Why this merger of commerce and megadeath should surprise, I don't know. As progressive intellectual Randolph Bourne observed amid the jingoistic fury that spurred this nation into World War I, war is the health of the state. Still, after a half-century that afforded endless opportunities for offhand global destruction, one might expect a throttling down of the... More >>>