>
Weapons Inspectors
>
>Ring of truth.... ??
>
>Have you noticed anything fishy about the inspection teams who have
>arrived
>in Iraq? They're all men!
>
>How in the name of the United Nations does anyone expect men to find
>Saddam's stash? We all know that men have a blind spot when it comes
>to
>finding things. For crying' out loud! Men can't find the dirty
>clothes
>hamper. Men can't find the jar of jelly until it falls out of the
>cupboard
>and splatters on the floor....
>
>And these are the people we have sent into Iraq to search for hidden
>weapons of mass destruction?
>
>I keep wondering why groups of mothers weren't sent in. Mothers
>sniff out
>secrets quicker than a drug dog can find a gram of dope. Mothers can
>find
>gin bottles that dads have stashed in the attic beneath the rafters.
>They
>can sniff out a diary, two rooms and one floor away.
>
>They can tell when the lid of a cookie jar has been disturbed and
>notice
>when a quarter inch slice has been shaved off a chocolate cake. A
>mother
>smells alcohol on your breath before you get your key in the front
>door and
>cigarette smoke from a block away.
>
>By examining laundry, a mother knows more about their kids than
>Sherlock
>Holmes would. And if a mother wants an answer to question, she can
>read
>an offender's eyes quicker than a homicide detective.
>
>So... considering the value a mother could bring to an inspection
>team, why
>are we sending a bunch of old men who will rely only on electronic
>equipment to scout out hidden threats?
>
>My mother would walk in with a wooden soup spoon in one hand, grab
>Saddam
>by the ear, give it a good twist and snap, "Young man, do you have
>any
>weapons of mass destruction?" And God help him if he tried to lie to
>her.
>
>She'd march him down the street to some secret bunker and shove his
>nose
>into a nuclear bomb and say, "Uh, huh, and what do you call this,
>mister?"
>
>Whap! Thump! Whap! Whap! Whap! And she'd lay some stripes across his
>bare
>bottom with that soup spoon, then march him home in front of the
>whole of
>Baghdad. He'd not only come clean and apologize for lying about it,
>he'd
>cut every lawn in Baghdad for free for the whole damn summer.
>
>Inspectors my ass...You want the job done?
>
>CALL MY MOTHER!