See, Sex Really Does Sell...

...even when disguised as a doomsday weapon. Like, WOW. Once you see it, you can't see anything but an atomic dick, with the devastation way down on the ground just so many badly drawn trivial pubic hairs getting shaved.

Look closer, and it looks more than anything like a miniature diorama of a genuine atomic explosion. Which it more or less is... cuz back in those ancient times they modified photo images, retouched or not, into preferred size for printing, etc., by using giant lenses mounted on stable roll tracks to zoom in and out of actual dioramas that add a sense of 3-D depth merely by the impression of the "thickness", the seeming density of the light, like looking into a fishbowl. Gives the image optical heft and an insane central pull. Like this but 10-20 times bigger:

And what can be more hep than having Einie's famous relativity equation as a glorified alphanumeric in the title of an album that has a song called Flight of the Foo Birds? 

Flight of the Foo Birds from Atomic Basie as arranged by Neal Hefti.

(because sex sells yet again)

If the foo shits wear it? So a foo fighter would in part be a reference to a very old joke about a legendary shitbird. All under a throbbing atomic umbrella.

Today's semi-random image:

"Foo. I fight it. Fuck you."

Actual foo preserved in NASA taxidermy hangar: