Another Modest Proposal

I do not understand what the fuss is about. These complaining editorials, these worried, pained people—when the solution stares us in the face.

Yes, there is that huge stockpile of deadly nerve gas that nobody knows what to do with. Of course you can’t bury it, sink it in the ocean, blast it to outer space, or burn it. Try, and you’ll have everyone dead. An industrial use will hardly make a dent in the mountains of barreled gas. Of course sober citizens are nervous to see it carted about the country.

The generals and arms-makers have shown themselves (not for the first time) muscle-bound in their follow-through. It’s up to us, they tell us, to find a solution because t...