That would take a level of moral consistency the boomers frankly don’t possess.

He’s nineteen.

Boomers are okay with that,

Boomers fought in Vietnam, many of them were drafted, and voted for “no new wars”.

Did you sleep through the '00s?

He probably has very little love for this one.

Any child except Ivanka, and she's getting a little old for him.

“When war begins, politicians give weapons, the rich give bread, and the poor give their sons. When war ends, politicians shake hands, the rich raise the price of bread, and the poor search for the graves of their sons.”

Let's send Trump as the pilot of this:

I sincerely doubt the ghouls love their children as much as they love power. This policy would deter support of Ukraine but not deter support of Israel.

And the kids shouldn't go in as officers in a cushy office job far from the front. Send their asses close to where the fighting is, even if it's not a combat role.

That should just be a basic rule for any politician in any country.

You send people to war? Your kids first. Guy or girl, I don't care, I support feminism everywhere so here too.

The corpsman on my sub, who had been in for 15 years and done two tours in the sandbox during our first go-round in the 90s, was 6'7".

If he can get a waiver to patch bullet wounds in the desert and then cram his Jolly Green Giant ass into a submarine, then Orange Lite can certainly join up.

Ill make an exception for him

I'm sure that family could find a way to get him onto the front lines. They've broken so many rules before, what's one more?

Chop his legs off.

Rules don’t exist for the rich in America.

Mine sweeper?

Exactly. He'd end up with a cushy position and Trump would never stop yapping about his sons great service to the country

required and voluntary in same sentence

I think it just means there's no draft right now. You have to sign up in case there's a draft, but service is (currently) voluntary.

The world is exploding. All the nuclear reactors are melting down and the volcanoes are blanketing the world in liquid hot magma. The satellites are falling from the skies left and right. A 3 mile wide tornado has already destroyed and picked up the contents of a barbed wire factory, razor blade factory, and a cinnamon toothpick factory. Tsunamis are making landfall and striking the Midwest. An earthquake creates a fiery chasm so huge that it swallows Joliet and Romeoville. Every nuclear bomb detonated without even launching. A Fiat 500 sized piece of hail just smashed into the oval office.

Trump and Barron are making a run for the escape rocket to the bunker on the moon as the ceiling is falling apart above them and the walls around them. Barron smacks right into a closing shuttle door and falls on his ass. Getting back up he looks through the window and sees the two chairs in the rocket. His father is buckling himself in. Already buckled in next to him is an Al Franken size bag of Big Macs. Through the intercom Barron is reminded that he should be lucky to have spent his final hour with his father. His heart is as cold as that bag of Big Macs.

I may have exaggerated a thing or two but I'm just trying to use words to paint a picture.

Don't you mean Caesarion? He's not been installed on the throne yet