Interesting  and  sadly rather true. 
  
'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  can earn) and reliable 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 6-year-old boy  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 unruly children. 
  
It  declined even 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 a student became pregnant and wanted to have an  abortion. 
  
Common  Sense lost the will to live 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 own home  and the burglar  could 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; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his  son, Reason. He is survived  by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It  Now, 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.
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