Answer:
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of it; But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
What goes up but never comes down?
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
What is always coming but never arrives?