FW: sign me up

This is great. Not a bad idea.

-----Original Message-----
From: Hosanna, Mickey
Sent: Wednesday, October 24, 2001 3:26 PM
To: Burdick, Liz; LeJune, Susie; Hill, Susan; Hinkle, Jill
Subject: FW: sign me up

This is great!

< 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 comes naturally.
<
< 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 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 a new government? Oh,
< please ... we've planned the seating arrangements for in-laws and
< extended families at Thanksgiving dinners for years ... we understand
< tribal warfare.
<
< 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. I'm
< going to write my Congresswoman. You should, too!
<