This is an actual ad that appeared in comic books back in the 1960's:
“How proud you will be as commander of your own Polaris Sub- the most powerful weapon in the world!” You don’t get ads like this anymore and you sure as hell don’t get many doomsday devices marketed towards CHILDREN. By the time I came around, people were starting to get pissed that you could get a cap gun that looked exactly like a real hand cannon*. No one ever offered me my own nuclear submarine for just under seven bucks.
You have to wonder how many of these things were moved. You also have to wonder how many rich little bastards had daddy fork over a couple hundred dollars so they could have their own silent fleets. Arms races springing up all over the country in little suburbs between first graders, all of them facing off at the local lake, daring the other to be the first to strike, all ready to implement a scorched earth policy.
I even have this sickly wonderful image of Wally and the Beav turning a pair of keys at the exact same moment and dumping their nuclear payload onto that annoying asshole Eddie Haskell’s house.
I do want one though, so I'm going to send in $6.98 and that order form and see what happens.
* To be fair, a few stupid kids were ruining it for the rest of us by scaring the shit of cops with their realistic toy guns and getting shot. So, you know, there was that.