There's something wonderfully manly about bulldozing a rocket into a basement. I'm sure the Freudians and Maureen Dowd-crowd could expend endless ink on the psychological analysis of it, while we Americans simply sit back with a contented sigh, light a cigarette, and say, "Great job, troops. Thank you! Wanna do that again?"
No wonder those photos made me feel all tingly...like when we used to climb the rope in gym class. 8^)