Mourning the passing of an old friend

[mizfradd, CNA]

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend,

Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.

No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records

were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

Knowing when to come in out of the rain;

Why the early bird gets the worm;

Life isn't always fair; and

Perhaps it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more

than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in

charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but

overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year-old

boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate,

teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch

and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only

worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing

the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

He declined even further when schools were required to get

parental consent to administer Tylenol, sun lotion or a Band-Aid

to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became

pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as churches became businesses

and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from

a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to

realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her

lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust;

his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is

To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

[Brie80]

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