Going like a bomb?

At last a flicker of common sense - sadly one that had to be lit by poverty - in that the ludicrous, unnecessary and disproportionate billions due to be spent on Trident, buying an American weapons system that we don't need, would never use and is only intended as a so-called deterrent against a threat that no longer exists, is to be put on the back burner.
For far too long a nuclear 'deterrent' - i.e. a big stick not hidden behind our back but waved in public like knuckleduster rings on the hand of a classroom bully - has been considered the sole means of Britain being able to 'punch above our weight'. Has anyone ever thought what that means? William Hague punching above his weight. Is that what you really want? Giving macho cojones to a man who still hasn't come up with a convincing reason why he shares a room with a young male aide when travelling on government expenses. Not that I care tuppence about what he does after hours, but I think such a dodgy attitude to the truth ill-befits someone we license to go around waving nuclear missiles!
I would have been happier when Robin Cook was foreign secretary - not in the least (ha ha) because I would have trusted his prime minister Tony Cojones Blair to make the right decisions (did he ever) but because he would never have used them, never have threatened anyone with them and probably had doubts about the need even to possess them.
None of our politicians in my lifetime have been people I would have trusted with atomic weapons. Come to think of it, who would I trust to have atomic weapons? They exist. Somebody some day may use them again. But if they do, I doubt very much that it will be somebody rational, in other words somebody for whom there is even such a concept of deterrence.
As for 'punching above our weight', why should we? Why should we by punching at all, except in self-defence? Who are 'we' anyhow? If there's a real sense of national identity these days, it largely eludes me. Unpatriotic? If you mean 'my country right or wrong', too right! Some Germans reluctantly thought like that in the late 1930s. We have not yet forgiven them.