Monday, February 2, 2009

MOURNING THE DEATH OF A DEAR FRIEND...

I took my uncle to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes (he is 92). We decided to grab a bite at the food court.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who hasbeen with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, sincehis birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will beremembered 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 morethan you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are incharge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned butoverbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boycharged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended fromschool for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimandingan unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the jobthat they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consentto administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not informparents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; andcriminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglarin your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed torealize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in herlap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by hiswife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;

I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If youstill remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

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