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 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 and sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
Common sense went on life-support when the schools could no longer discipline a trouble-making kid; when the schools could not give an aspirin for a headache and did not have to inform parents about the abortion for their daughter; when churches became more secular in structure and went out of the Bible-teaching business; when criminals were better treated than the victims; when you could not defend your home from the robber. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman was awarded millions of dollars because she spilled hot coffee on herself and sued the restaurant.
Common Sense is survived by his four stepbrothers: (1) I Know My Rights, (2) I Want It Now, (3) It Is Someone Else’s Fault, and (4) I’m A Victim!
Not Many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on.