ARTISTIC ANARCHY
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend named Common Sense, whom has been with us for many years.
No one knows how old he was, since any record of his birth was lost long ago 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, just 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 a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student that only worsened his condition.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a Band Aid to a student – but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
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; 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 and entitled to compensation”.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
Pass this on….. if you still remember his name.