Have you noticed anything fishy about the inspection teams who have
arrived in Iraq?
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They're all men! How in the name of the United Nations does anyone
expect men to find Saddam's stash?
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We all know that men have a blind spot when it comes to finding things.
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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 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. Mothers can
sniff out secrets quicker than a drug dog can find a gram of dope.
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Mothers can find gin bottles that dads have stashed in the attic beneath
the rafters.
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They can sniff out a diary two rooms and one floor away.
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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.
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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.
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By examining laundry, a mother knows more about her kids than Sherlock
Holmes.
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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?
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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?"
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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!
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And she'd lay some stripes across his bare @$$ with that soup spoon,
then march him home in front of the whole of Baghdad.
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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 eye.

You want the job done? Call my mother.

So hard on us men

Aaaawww...it's not really about being hard on the men...it's about Mom...

LMAO..

I'll ditto mac's post

Mothers.........ROCK!!!!!.........

"Imagine...you are looking at a pic of Mom in combat boots"...




Thought you would like that one Ma...

*Starz* wrote:

"Imagine...you are looking at a pic of Mom in combat boots"... Thought you would like that one Ma...

LOL, you'd think Michel really knew her

Does she wear combat boots... :woot

I think she might. That's one tough cookie there. She reminds me.......of me