It's Your War! You Go Fight It!
Doug Newman gives the Chicken Hawks a well-needed lecture. If you think the U.S. needs to make war on the Middle East, fine. You put on a uniform, pick up a gun, and go there and fight. But don't tell me my son has to go over there, or you are my enemy, not some guy in a turban half-way around the world who never did me any harm.
War is like any other government program. People love to talk about it in theory. Just do not bother them with the details.
It is not their head being shot off; it is the head of some kid from South Central Los Angeles whose name they will never know. It is not their intestines being ripped out and strewn all over the ground; it is the intestines of some kid from Colorado's eastern prairie whose name they will never know. It is not their dead body being dragged through the streets of some Third World stink hole they had never heard of when they enlisted; it is the dead body of some coal miner's son from West Virginia whose name they will never know.