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WEAPONS OF 'MASS DISTRACTION'...

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Greetings!

Did you notice anything fishy about the inspection teams who had gone to Iraq? They were all MEN!..

How in the name of the United Nations could 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 shoe polish or the main door key. Men can't find the jar of jelly until it falls out of the cupboard and splatters on the floor....and these were the people who were sent into Iraq to search for hidden weapons of mass destruction?

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I keep wondering why groups of mothers weren't sent in. A mother 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 corner. 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 kilometre 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.

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So... considering the value a mother could bring to an inspection team, why did they send a bunch of old men who relied 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, "Saddam, 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?"

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Whappp! Thumpppp! Whappp! Whappp! Whappp!...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 water the plants in Baghdad for free for the whole damn summer.

Inspectors my butt... next time they want the job done? Call my mother !

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