The new ruling council of Iraq was holding it’s first meeting under the leadership of retired General Willaim “No Bull” McKensie. He was the latest Governor for the occupying powers. He hoped to be the last.

“Can it! What’s the commotion about?’, he yelled.

“Honorable sir, you have seated me next to a Kurd”, one of the Iraqi Arabs told him.

“Yea, so?”

“I would rather cut off my unmentionables than sit next to a stinking Kurd”.

The Kurd jumped up and screamed, “Don’t talk about stink, Son of a desert scorpion. You smell like a WMD.”

“Shut up, the both of you. Kurd, sit over here. I just want to get this government rolling. Now, what you need to- what?”

Another Arab stood up and announced that the man sitting on his right had to be moved.

“Why? I know he’s an Arab”, the General said.

“Yes, he is. He’s also a heathen Sunni. I’m a true believer of the Prophet form Allah-”

“He’s a stinking Shiite”, the other man yelled.

“Shut up, all of you or I’ll get the Marines in here with hard brushes and scrub all of you clean, no matter how long it takes.

That shut everyone up.