Apologies for posting this OFF-TOPIC message, but it's about the only email
about the current world situation that has made me laugh.
I hope it will give you all a chuckle too.
Regards,
 grasshopper

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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 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?

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 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 darn summer.

Inspectors???  my foot!! ... You want the job done?  Call my mother!