bajenaghe naghi

 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, by 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.  I'm A Victim.

 * Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.