The Sad Passing of 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 catches the worm, why 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 sound parenting strategies - adults, not children, are in charge.
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place, leading to reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using a mouthwash after lunch;
a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only making the student's behavior worse.
Common sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they failed to do in disciplining their children, and declined further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a sticky plaster 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 when the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses, and criminals received better treatment than their victims. It took a beating when you could no longer defend yourself from a burglar in your own home, and the
burglar could sue you for assault.
Common sense finally threw in the towel when a woman failed to realize that the cup of coffee she ordered was hot, so when she spilt some in her lap she sued the place and was 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.
Very few attended the funeral, as so few realized he was gone.
If YOU remember him, pass this eulogy on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Submitted by Lindsey, Melbourne, Australia