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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Death of Common Sense

A friend posted this on FaceBook, and I don’t care how many times that this has gone around in emails, posts, Likes, whatever. It just bears repeating.

Today, we grieve for our 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:

  • Life isn't always fair;
  • Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
  • Why the early bird gets the worm;
  • Waste Not, Want Not;
  • And maybe it was my fault in my situation.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults and citizens, 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. (The Not-My-Child syndrome.)

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; a Fort Hood Terrorist and illegal 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. Common Sense was preceded in death:

  • by his parents, Truth and Trust;
  • by his wife, Discretion;
  • by his daughter, Responsibility;
  • by his son, Reason.
  • by his grandmother, Sound Judgment;
  • and by his grandfather, Future Planning.

He is survived by his 6 stepbrothers:

  • I Know My Rights;
  • I Want It Now;
  • Someone Else Is To Blame;
  • I'm Offended;
  • I'm A Victim;
  • You owe me.

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

R.I.P.


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