Steve
You've far more faith in Evangelicals than I.
I lived a few miles west of the March Field runway when Nixon sent a belt of nuked out B-52's to circle the world at (5 min.)? intervals for ~ a week. The dishes banged about in the cupboards, the hot tub sported tiny cresting waves, and our nerves were more rattled than the dishes.
The Quaker Nixon, elected with the help of Billy Graham's religious right, had just begun carpet bombing Cambodia, and that Godly man feared that the heathen Russians or their equally irreligious Chinese compatriots might retaliate for the mass murders.
I'm sure that Dick and Billy prayed that the evil, godless heathens might all be consumed in the purifying fires Dick had sent. But recording devices alas can't record thoughts that go unspoken.
Personally I was praying, (to the FSM), for a wind that might alter the takeoff runway the seemingly endless stream of B-52s was using. I drew my loved ones near, and we drove the few miles to Dick Dale's Nightclub. The alcohol flowed freely, drugs were easily obtained, and the music was loud enough to drown out the ascending B-52s. By including a nearby after hours club, we managed to survive the bombings that our Good Christian President had unleashed on the heathens. The Cambodian genocide that followed can certainly not to be laid at the feet of our President, or his spiritual adviser.
Ramen
Terry