Nice factoid you got there. (Score 1)

Let's be real. If a deranged person steals a used fuel rod and grinds it up, he's a stick of dynamite away from a terror weapon. So you hire Barney Fife and his two brothers to stand outside the Perfect Nuclear Waste Storage Facility in eight-hour shifts around the clock. And you pay him 10 bucks an hour. Somehow I don't feel safer. Especially since the dirty bomb spreads waste with a half life in the hundreds of thousands of years. I'd rather not trade strip mining for that.