While watching the season opener of Homeland, they flashed back to Carrie interrogating Brody inside CIA headquarters. The more she pressed him, the more he refused to cooperate…and all I could think of was, “They’re doing it wrong.”
If you REALLY want to break someone down, send in my 4-year old son Quinn.
“I didn’t blow up the Embassy!”
“Yes you did I sawed you do it.”
“I wasn’t even there!”
“Yes you were, I. SAWED. YOU.”
“I left five minutes before the bomb went off!”
“YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO COUNT! THIS IS HOW YOU COUNT! One, two, free, four, five, seven, firteen, fifteen, seventeen!”
“FINE I DID IT, I SET OFF THE BOMB, JUST TAKE THE KID AWAY!”
Come to think of it, the CIA would be smart to bring in a whole army of four-year old operatives. Not only could they break even the most steadfast of witnesses but take a look at a few of their other special skills:
- Weapons – I don’t know about your 4-year old, but Quinn can wield a plastic machine gun, baseball bat or pirate sword like a government assassin. He seems to possess expert skills in slaying all sorts of bad guys (and unsuspecting small dogs…heads up, Elvis) and can even handle more specialized tools like nunchucks and water balloon launchers. Plus, he can turn any household item (such as a paper towel roll or banana) into a lethal weapon.
- Pay scale – as we are now in the midst of a government shutdown, this poses a very budget-friendly alternative. Not gonna pay those agents? No problem. Hand out bags of candy corn, juice boxes and Power Ranger DVDs and those kids will do whatever you ask of them.
- Masters of Disguise – there’s nothing Quinn likes more than dressing up. He may not blend in, so to speak, but you would never know it was him.
- Discretion – what 4-year olds lack in an ability to keep secrets, they make up for when it comes to confusing the enemy. Sure, they may accidentally spill some top sensitive information but it would be buried in so many layers of irrational storytelling that not even the most skilled decryption expert would be able to crack their code. E.g,, “Yesterday at school my teacher said ‘what the heck’ is a bad wood and Sam saw a monstuh but a man with a gun killed the monstuh and then I ate birfday cake and I got to pet a tiger!”
While I’m hardly ready to ship Quinn off to Langley, it does make you wonder…maybe the answer to many of the current government problems could be solved with a little 4-year old berating? I’d bet my life that if we locked Congress in a room with Quinn and a whole army of his insane friends and then told them that they couldn’t leave until they came to an agreement…
We’d have things worked out by noon.