For a registered Democrat, I'm not feeling too generous towards terrorists.

Today, I heard the news about the bombs detonated in Manchester. Now, I may never make it to London, but, this is still far too close to home.

I was driving into work, hearing about multiple bombs being set off on subway cars and on a double decker bus. And, suddenly I thought,"How would these extremists fair in the face of "RADICAL AMERICAN MOMS?" That's "RAM's," for the acronym deficient.

In every war we've ever seen, the first to see battle are our youth. Why is that? What could possibly motivate young people to participate in a "guerilla-style" endeavor, that can only end badly for everyone involved, save the perpetrator?

Everyone has a mom. Even terrorists. Personally, I think RAM's may be the answer to this new mode of warfare.

As a RAM, I have absolutely no qualms about being drafted into this war. Hell, I'll enlist. Sign me up now. Just leave my kids alone.

How can I help? First, RAM's can provide more security at airports, ports, and travel points than the most sophisticated electronic detection. RAM's know who's deceptive and who's not. A RAM need only look the perp in the eye, and, will instantly ascertain whether someone is a risk or not. When you lied, could you look your mom in the eye??

RAM's often have no qualms with Geneva Conventions either, when it comes to taking down or questioning a suspect. Cut us loose. We have ways. Those of us who are menopausal, whether chemically or physiologically have experienced enough torture in life to willingly share those experiences with others. Please, put me in charge of Guantanamo. You want information, I'll get it.

I'm fifty-something. I'm invisible. I'm a mom. I have no scruples. Uncle Sam, you want ME! (not my kids). A new war requires new weapons. I'm the weapon of choice. I can sniff out deception, spread guilt like a bad infection, and, it doesn't hurt that I'm menopausal and pissed as Hell! Strap a bomb to me, uncle, I want to make this war personal - too!