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Common sense

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 maybe it was my fault.


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

than you earn) and reliable parenting 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 six-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 they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.


It declined even further when schools were required to get parental

consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a Band Aid to a student -

but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and

wanted to have an abortion.


Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became

contreband, 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 can 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 three stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else is

to Blame, and I'm A Victim.


Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.


If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and

do nothing.