Raulandpinboy
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Have you noticed anything strange 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. They can't even find the dirty clothes hamper.
They can't find the butter in the fridge, or the remote control, and we all know how they get when they're lost! And these are the people we have sent into Iraq to search for hidden weapons of mass destruction? They probably couldn't find a weapon if it was lying in the middle of a dusty street with a picture of Saddam taped on the of side of its missile casing.
I keep wondering why groups of women weren't sent in---preferably mothers.
What we need over there are women like my mother. My mother could find the old olive bottles filled with dimes that dad stashed in the attic beneath the rafters. She could sniff out a diary two rooms and one floor away.
She always knew when the lid of the cookie jar had been disturbed, and I swear she must have dusted for prints on the roll of salami that was always in the refrigerator. She knew if a slice had been removed and by whom.
Male inspectors will rely on electronic equipment to scout out hidden threats. They will try to use science to find chemicals. Dressed in their pretentious jumpsuits, carrying their bulging briefcases, they will barge into palaces and hovels, look around and then officiously announce, "all clear".
But if mothers were sent in they wouldn't need body suits, briefcases or science. Mothers would go in, charge up to Saddam and, with their hands on their hips, demand, "Do you have any weapons of mass destruction?" And they could tell in an instant whether he was lying or telling the truth.
And mothers would be quite capable of finding his cache no matter how cleverly he thought it was hidden.
He wouldn't be given a "time-out"; he would get an old fashioned butt kicking by women who are adept at butt kicking. And by the time these women finished with Saddam, he would be sitting in the middle of a dusty road with a limp rifle and a stunned look on his evil face.
Signed: Concerned Mothers for More Effective Weapons Inspections.
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. They can't even find the dirty clothes hamper.
They can't find the butter in the fridge, or the remote control, and we all know how they get when they're lost! And these are the people we have sent into Iraq to search for hidden weapons of mass destruction? They probably couldn't find a weapon if it was lying in the middle of a dusty street with a picture of Saddam taped on the of side of its missile casing.
I keep wondering why groups of women weren't sent in---preferably mothers.
What we need over there are women like my mother. My mother could find the old olive bottles filled with dimes that dad stashed in the attic beneath the rafters. She could sniff out a diary two rooms and one floor away.
She always knew when the lid of the cookie jar had been disturbed, and I swear she must have dusted for prints on the roll of salami that was always in the refrigerator. She knew if a slice had been removed and by whom.
Male inspectors will rely on electronic equipment to scout out hidden threats. They will try to use science to find chemicals. Dressed in their pretentious jumpsuits, carrying their bulging briefcases, they will barge into palaces and hovels, look around and then officiously announce, "all clear".
But if mothers were sent in they wouldn't need body suits, briefcases or science. Mothers would go in, charge up to Saddam and, with their hands on their hips, demand, "Do you have any weapons of mass destruction?" And they could tell in an instant whether he was lying or telling the truth.
And mothers would be quite capable of finding his cache no matter how cleverly he thought it was hidden.
He wouldn't be given a "time-out"; he would get an old fashioned butt kicking by women who are adept at butt kicking. And by the time these women finished with Saddam, he would be sitting in the middle of a dusty road with a limp rifle and a stunned look on his evil face.
Signed: Concerned Mothers for More Effective Weapons Inspections.
