Early in the morning, Kazem was awakened by horrified
screams. He ran to the next room where is wife Shatha cowered in the corner.
“Look” she demanded. Kazem turned his eyes in the direction of his wife’s
extended finger. “There” she pointed again, “Do something”.
Kazem’s eyes then locked on the opposite corner of the small
room where Shatha prepared food for the family. In the corner, frantically
darting this way and that, was an equally horrified and very small rodent. “Do
something” Shatha repeated, with a heightened tenor of urgency in her voice.
Kazem grabbed a broom from near the table, and lunged toward the miniature beast
– which abruptly turned to the far wall, and scurried through a barely
discernable crack in its base.
“Kazem – Do something” Shatha demanded.
Kazem hurried down the street, past one of the towering
statues of Saddam, into the neighborhood market place. Making his way through
close aisles of merchandise, he went right to the stall of Mogtada, his friend,
who sold whatever he could find at a cheap price. Kazem recapped for Mogtada his
encounter with the small rodent, and stressed that any level of domestic
tranquility in his household depended on his doing something with it. “It is only a
mouse” advised Mogtada, “They are everywhere here in Baghdad.”
“What can I do about this mouse?”
“You need a mouse trap.
“OK, sell me such a mouse trap!”
“I wish that I could sell you a mouse trap” Mogtada
responded, “But with these United Nations sanctions, Iraq cannot import food and
medicines, let alone mouse traps” he elaborated.
Kazem’s mind began to race. He was a very enterprising
person, always sensitive to opportunity. “Why don’t we make these mouse traps,
and sell them all over Baghdad” he blurted out excitedly. I will be able to do something at home, and we can make a
better Baghdad, perhaps even a better Iraq.”
Kazem and Mogtada, anxious to get started on their new
venture, rushed to the home of Abu, an influential person in the local Ba’ath
Party in Baghdad. They stressed to Abu the importance of ridding communities all
over Iraq of these rodent threats. They urged Abu to help them secure the
resources needed to design and produce some sort of device for mouse
eradication.
Abu was also an astute man with a quick mind for opportunity.
He suggested that, for a small percentage of future profits from the venture, he
would secure funds from government resources. “Even with UN sanctions, there is
plenty for Saddam’s friends” he winked.
The next day, Abu visited the Ministry of Security. His
friend, Hamza, was assistant to Assistant Minister of Baghdad Security. Abu
outlined for Hamza the strategy for producing devices for mouse eradication.
Hamza, quite astute himself, allowed that, for a small percentage of future
profits, he would get support from Saddam’s inner circle. “Being well connected
in the Ba’ath Party, I will simply send an email message to a very influential
person,” Hamza declared.
Hamza sat right down at his computer, one of the very few
allowed in Baghdad. He addressed his note to Uday. In the email, he emphasized
the critical importance of a program to produce weapons of mouse eradication in
order to circumvent the UN sanctions.
In his office in London, Michael sat, bleary eyed from hours
of staring at reams of email traffic. Abruptly, his eyes focused tight on the
words “In order to circumvent UN sanctions, Iraq’s program to produce weapons of
mouse destruction will have the highest priority.” Michael bolted from his
chair, and ran into the office of John, Assistant Director of Intelligence at
MI6.
John called Clive.
Clive called Reginald.
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Tony picked up the red phone, and called Condi. “We are
getting a bit of chatter about Iraq’s program to produce weapons of mouse
destruction to circumvent the UN sanctions, he said.
“Weapons of mouse destruction?” Condi repeated
Condi Called Donald, “British intelligence has some
scuttlebutt about Iraq using weapons of mouse
destruction against the UN.”
Donald dropped the phone, and strode into Dubb’ya’s office,
“Saddam Hussein has weapons of mouse destruction, and he plans to use them
against the United Nations building in New York City.”
Dubb’ya just stared back “WMD?”
A few weeks later, Kazem looked up in shock and awe, as bombs
rained down on his little home in Baghdad. Kazem, Shatha, their four children,
and several very small rodents were
killed.
