Subject: Inspections in Iraq: About Inspection Teams
Did you notice anything fishy about the inspection teams who were sent into Iraq? They were all men!
How in the name of the United Nations did 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. They 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 sent into Iraq to search for hidden weapons of mass destruction?
I keep wondering why groups of mothers weren't sent in. Mothers can 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.
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 can smell alcohol on your breath before you get your key in the front door and can smell cigarette smoke from a block away.
Simply by doing the laundry, a mother knows more about her kids than Sherlock Holmes ever could. 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 did we send a bunch of men who would rely on electronic equipment to scout out hidden threats?
My mother would have walked in with a wooden soup spoon in one hand, grabbed 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 would have come clean and apologized 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 right?
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