Reflections on the sad, untimely death of Common Sense

The letter from David Quarrie (Yorkshire Post, November 15) in which he suggested people wouldn’t buy common sense because those who need it don’t know what it is, reminded me of something I read a few years ago.

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 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 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 realise 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; by his daughter, Responsibility; and by his son, Reason. He is survived by his four 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 realised he was gone.

From: J Richardson, Leathley.

The news about NHS managers spending a fortune on daily running supplies, such as blankets, and one trust paying twice the price of another trust for the same product does not surprise me at all.

The majority of NHS managers it seems have no business acumen at all, and would soon be insolvent if they worked for themselves. Myself and a number of farmer colleagues joined together to form a buying group to purchase our commodities in bulk, obtaining a cheap or very competitive rate.

Our money is hard-earned and we try to spend it wisely – unlike NHS managers who spend public money and, it appears, not very diligently.

If they would like a few old farmers to attend one of their many focus meetings for a few tips then give us a shout!