Thread: Why we are at war (joke)

Got this in my email , made me laugh and thought maybe someone here could use the same !

We are at war because of the mistakes we made sending the inspectors to Iraq.Have you noticed anything fishy about all the inspectors that we have sent to Iraq? They're all men! Come on! 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 even find the dirty
clothes hamper. Men can't find the jar of jelly until it falls out of thecupboard and splatters on the floor.... and these are the people we have sent into Iraq to search for hidden weapons of mass destruction? Give me a break!

I keep wondering why groups of moms weren't sent in there. Mothers can sniff out secrets quicker than a drug dog can find a gram of dope. 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, mothers know 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.

So... considering the value a mother could bring to an inspection team, whyare we sending a bunch of old men who will rely on electronic equipment to scout out hidden threats?
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>>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 knuckles or 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 summer.>Inspectors my ass... You want the job done?

Call my mother.

oh god, they *have* met my mom !

Or send my sister when she has PMS!

I know a few people, could put them in a room with Saddam and within 5 minutes, he'd come screaming out, waving a white flag. Yep I do. Of course, they're the same people I'd like to strap to one of those missiles at times...