This
is a great bit of humor I found.
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 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. 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.
By examining laundry, a mother knows more about their kids than
Sherlock Holmes.
And if a mother wants an answer to a 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 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 summer! Inspectors, good grief.....
You want the job done right?...... Call my mother.
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