I hope this doesn't offend anyone,Here is a refreshing change of pace.....we need some humor at this time in history: May the "higher power(s) watch over all of the men and women abroad!

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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 cryin' 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 her 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 rear... You want the job done? Call my mother.

By Feona on Tuesday, March 18, 2003 - 07:30 pm:

This is so true. My husband can't find anything. He wonders why I throw everything of his out. (He can't find anything anyway. Why keep anything. LOL (I am not that bad.... Well maybe alittle... )

By Autumn on Wednesday, March 19, 2003 - 06:33 pm:

Oh, I don't think I know (personally) a wife who hasn't pitched things of her husbands because he hasn't touched them for years... and it's not a week after you pitch it that he misses it. Though he couldn't find it for years before!