To my sisters: finally somebody who
Let us heed the battle call. Take all American women who are within
five years of menopause--train us for a few weeks, outfit us with
automatic weapons, grenades, gas masks, moisturizer with SPF15,
Prozac, hormones, chocolate, and canned tuna. Drop us (parachuted,
preferably) across the landscape of Afghanistan, and let us do what
Think about it. Our anger quotient alone, even when doing standard
stuff like grocery shopping and paying bills, is formidable enough to
make even armed men in turbans tremble.
We've had our children, we would gladly suffer or die to protect them
and their future. We'd like to get away from our husbands, if they
haven't left already. And for those of us who are single, the prospect
of finding a good man with whom to share life is about as likely as
being struck by lightning. We have nothing to lose.
We've survived the water diet, the protein diet, the carbohydrate
diet, and the grapefruit diet in gyms and saunas across America and
never lost a pound. We can easily survive months in the hostile
terrain of Afghanistan with little or no food at all!
We've spent years tracking down our husbands or lovers in bars,
hardware stores, or sporting events...finding bin Laden in some cave
will be no problem.
Uniting all the warring tribes of Afghanistan in anew government? Oh,
please...we've planned the seating arrangements for in-laws and
extended families at Thanksgiving dinners for years...we understand
Between us, we've divorced enough husbands to know every trick there
is for how they hide, launder, or cover up bank accounts and money
sources. We know how to find that money and we know how to seize
it...with or without the government's help!
Let us go and fight. The Taliban hates women. Imagine their terror as
we crawl like ants with hot-flashes over their godforsaken terrain.
See ya'll at the airport!!
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