Pragmatist
Pragmatist

UN Inspectors
Mon Mar 17 2003

This is not original. My sister sent it to me through the Internet. I thought it was so funny, I just had to share.

Inspectors in Baghdad

Have you noticed anything fishy about the inspection teams who arrived in Iraq? They're all men!

Why 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 to 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. Mothers 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 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, mothers know more about her 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 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 then she'd lay some stripes across his bare bottom with the 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. (Do they have lawns there???)

Inspectors my eye. You want the job done? Call my mother.

Hehehehehe!!

Shalom

5 Comments
  • From:
    Yetzirah (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Mar 17 2003
    I AM that mother !!!
    :-)

  • From:
    Sezrah (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Mar 17 2003
    i like that one!
  • From:
    Becoming (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Mar 17 2003
    Exactly! That is a FACT. *smile*

    The cats are indeed sisters. I got the black and white one from a friend when she was just a tiny little kitten. She cried and cried so hard for a day and a half, so I asked if I could have her sister too. The minute the calico got in the house, she quieted right down. I am so glad I had the two of them! Before I met my husband, I worked full time plus. So, they had eachother to keep eachother company during the day. I was lucky enough then to live close enough to work to come home at lunchtime also. Now they are outdoor cats, so the cozy times on the porch yesterday were especially nice. I don't get to see them and cuddle as much as I'd like to, and the dog drives them nuts. *smile*
  • From:
    AMAUNET (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Mar 17 2003
    I loved that,being a mom of three also, I know!

    I sent it to all the moms I know, they will all love it as well!
  • From:
    Becoming (Legacy)
    On:
    Tue Mar 18 2003
    re: Your comment 'My protest against the war is not protest against war pro se. It's against the way Bush is going after it.'

    Very good point.