the Georgia nuclear bomb isn't lost. His name is Zell Miller.
As in, have you heard the one about the lost nuke from Georgia? He used to ride a crimson stallion and go about abducting cute Polarisi lady-missiles from hither and beyond. And all the while he would shout out his famous war-cry "Erm.... excuse me....." (ok, the last was plagiarised, but I've just been reading Sourcery, so help me! )
I am Zell Miller's biggest fan!