This is the way people imagine it. The scene: a shadowy board room, deep in the heart of the pentagon. Surrounding a massive round table in the shape of the geo-sphere, a collection of generals murmur nervously. Suddenly, the babble is hushed: their commander in chief enters. "Gentlemen," he drawls, "I have two words for you. GAY BOMB. I envision our enemies paralyzed before our amassed armies in a reverie of homoerotic butt humping." Resounding applause.
This is causing a lot of controversy, but I'd make two points. The first: that stupid military technology is proposed to the Army all the time, and at least we can say that they rejected the idea. Two: I'd prefer to see our enemies fall into a reverie of gay love than blow them into small bits.
Incidentally, Electric Six is just so prophetic. Just change 'bar' to 'bomb.' "Let's start a war!"