Stolen, and worth it

Stolen but I don’t remember when or from where.

death of common senseToday 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 out of the rain,
– Why the early bird gets the worm,
– Life isn’t always fair,
– Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year old 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 children.

He declined further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when their child became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to survive as the 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 house, but he could sue you for assault.

The¬†end was near after a woman didn’t stop to think that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a large settlement.

He passed on a hot night in Dallas when people turned against those who protected them

Common Sense was preceded by death by…
– his parents, Truth and Trust,
– his wife, Discretion,
– his daughter, Responsibility,
– and his son, Reason.

He is survived by five step-brothers…
– I know my rights,
– I want it now,
– Authority sucks,
– Someone else is to blame,
– I’m a victim.

His funeral was not well attended so few know he was gone.
Makes you grumpy, doesn’t it?

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