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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
>>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 damn summer. Inspectors my foot...You want
>>the
>>job done?
>>Call mother-------NOW
>>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
>>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 damn summer. Inspectors my foot...You want
>>the
>>job done?
>>Call mother-------NOW
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