[Rhodes22-list] Fw: Joke: Why WOMEN should be U.N inspectors!

[lcrowther]

I ask my wife where something is, she says it's in the drawer, I look in 
the drawer and announce it's not there She arrives on the scene opens the 
draw and IMMEDIATELY produces the previously invisible object!Truly 
amazing! 
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 crying' out loud! Men can't find the dirty clothes 
to put in the 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 their kids than Sherlock 
Holmes. And if a mother wants an answer to question, she can read an 
offenders 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 ass... You want the job done? Call my mother, or send any 
woman to do the job. At least we will get results!