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 valuable lessons such as:
    Know when to come in out of the rain;
    Why the early bird gets the worm;
    Life isn't always fair;
    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 Advil, sun lotion or a
 band-aid 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 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 criminal
 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 3 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.

Stephen Russell
DBA / Developer

Electracash, Inc.
5100 Poplar Ave.
Suite 2518
Memphis, Tennessee 38137
1-901-684-0348
Email: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
www.electracash.com 

The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the
right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting
moment.



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