♦️Tara Dunbar Art♦️Surrealist~Painter~Designer

23 flag-draped coffins and Mark Levin's response is "You're right on this, of course." Of course. Of course he'd say that. It's never been his coffin. @marklevinshow has spent his career calling himself "The Great One" from behind a radio mic. He's never been closer to combat than a Fox News green room. Yet he's always first in line to send your sons and daughters to die in the desert. Let's talk about the "pretty big difference" Byron York and Mark are so proud of. Tell it to the 23 families who got the knock on the door. Tell it to the mothers who watched a casket come off a plane at Dover. Tell it to the kids who'll grow up with a folded flag where a father used to be. To Mark, they're a statistic he can use to win an argument on X. To me, they're brothers and sisters. And the 23 doesn't count the wounded. It doesn't count the guys coming home with missing limbs, scrambled brains and a VA appointment eight months out. It doesn't count the ones we'll lose to suicide years from now because of what they saw over there. Those don't make Byron's tweet either. Here's what these chickenhawks always forget. Vietnam didn't start at 58,220 either. It started small. A few advisors. A few hundred dead. A resolution Congress rubber-stamped instead of a declaration of war. Every war the political class sells you starts with a "low" body count. That's how they get you in the door. Nine months in, nobody in Washington can tell you what victory in Iran looks like. Nobody can tell you when our troops come home. And not one member of Congress has had the courage to vote on a declaration of war. Article I, Section 8 gives that power to Congress, not to the President and definitely not to a talk radio host. I've been to war. I've buried friends. I know what these numbers mean when they have names attached. Mark, if 23 dead Americans is "not that big a deal," then you won't mind putting on a uniform and going first. Recruiters are standing by. Didn't think so. Chickenhawks always love a war with a low body count. It's never their body.