Scarlet_Nape
PITA
Subject: 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
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 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 as the Ten Commandments became contraband; 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; by his
wife, Discretion; by his daughter, Responsibility; and by 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.
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
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 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 as the Ten Commandments became contraband; 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; by his
wife, Discretion; by his daughter, Responsibility; and by 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.
