(no offense intended by the religious portion)

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 a 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 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 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.

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.

He will be missed

We'll miss you!!

Sorry to say I've never met you. You'll be missed.

I remember him. Vaguely. Wish I'd gotten to know him better.

Reminds me of the dialog:

John: Bob assaulted me!
Bob: Jane made me do it!
Jane: I blame the media.
Media: Video games.
Game industry: Er, personal responsibility?
Personal responsibility:

Stangmar, do you even play Lusty anymore?

Farewell, Common Sense. There are only a few on this earth who will carry your memory. I will try my hardest to be one of them.

ROFLMAO!

Even if this is suposed to be a sad Thread... You need to find a good time somewhere!

Nope. No time, patience, or will really. Even if i wanted to come back, i'm too lazy to re-equip.

Too bad.

Your sig just cracked me up all over again though.