dear moron, – (en)

Common sense was rare in antiquity, and examples of its absence abound. For instance, in 218 BC, Hannibal marched an army of war elephants over the Alps in an attempt to conquer Rome, but managed only to significantly decrease the price of frozen elephant meat in Carthaginian markets. Another classic example took place about 250 years later, when a bunch of Jews started worshiping a dead carpenter.
On August 15, 1945, the day after VJ-Day, working-class people collectively realized that complex ideologies such as Communism, Fascism, and Science had caused the death of millions of people, some of whom weren’t even Jews. They reasoned that what the world needed was a new system of determining right from wrong. Thus, the guiding principle of common sense was arrived upon: If a bunch of folks say something in a thick drawl, it is true.
Common sense reached its apex in the early 50’s, when everyone had it. Unfortunately, no one these days has any common sense anymore. This is entirely due to the actions of hippies, lawyers, and environmentalists.
Sadly, the era of common sense was not to last. In the early 60’s, teenagers began rejecting the common sense values of their parents because they were ungrateful little snots unwilling to act like men and get shot to death in Vietnam like they were supposed to. Instead, they began dying their clothes and aggressively neglecting their hygiene.  This set into a motion a chain of events that slowly unraveled all common sense traditions. Before long, the incidence of urine-stained trousers began to rise, and finally, people everywhere realized that no one had any goddamn common sense anymore.
The worst, however, had yet to come. These children grew up to be lawyers and instituted bizarre and inscrutable layers of bureaucratic policies. For example, they assigned zip codes to neighborhoods, causing their bewildered parents to remark that soon they’d be giving their children numbers for names. Soon, society was hopelessly ensnared in confusing red tape. This phenomenon would later become the subject of the great literary work, “How Many Bureaucrats Does it Take to Change a Light Bulb?”
Today we are here to 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 being charged with sexual harassment for kissing a female classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and when a teacher was fired for reprimanding unruly students… only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents verbally attacked & sued teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their rude, unruly & out of control 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 an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and when courts became more concerned about the convicted criminal’s rights and the convicts began to receive better treatment than the victims of their crimes.
Common Sense took a beating when one could be prosecuted for defending yourself from a burglar in your own home; and the yet burglar could sue you for assault. He finally went into a coma 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 out-of-court settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; and by his wife, Discretion; by his daughter, Responsibility and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his five (5) stepbrothers: I Know my Rights; I Want It Now; It’s not my Fault; But I’m A Victim and The Government Owes it to Me (AKA What About Me?).
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
But here’s the catch.
Common sense was neither common nor sense. The word common, by definition, suggests that common sense is held by a large number of people. But the idea that if most people think something makes sense then it must be sound judgment, has been disproven time and time again.
And common sense isn’t real sense, if we define sense as being sound judgment, because relying on experience alone doesn’t usually offer enough information to draw reliable conclusions. Heck, I think common sense is a contradiction in terms. Real sense can rarely be derived from experience alone because most people’s experiences are limited.
In fact, I think that so-called common sense is a fallacy that has been foisted on us by our culture of ideology (any ideology that wants to tell us what we should think, do and buy) that prefers us to be stupid, ill informed, and poor decision makers.
I think we need to jettison this notion of the sanctity of common sense and instead embrace “reasoned sense,” that is, sound judgment based on rigorous study of an issue (which also includes direct experience).
Seriously, I don’t know when exactly that UFO landed and dumped all these people with the crayons, the drool bib and the helmet, but they apparently aren’t coming back for them. I’m wondering if there is a light at the end of this tunnel, or if it just leads deeper underground. Caffeine and nicotine keep me from killing them so please get off me about both.
Lol!  Doesn’t work …
Dear moron, – Dugutigui (in bitch mode) and web material

About Dugutigui

In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).
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15 Responses to dear moron, – (en)

  1. That’s you, 100%. 🙂
    I agree with 99% of what you said (except for the “carpenter” detail, there we will always disagree 🙂 ).
    Very good arguments and very nicely written, D. 🙂

    • Dugutigui says:

      I’m a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect you of plotting to make me happy 🙂
      Thank you!!

    • dinkerson says:

      I, too, agree with 99%. It’s just that I know that carpenter too well to suspect that he could be dead.
      Wonderful write up, though. You are a powerful writer.

      • Dugutigui says:

        We don’t have to agree to like or respect each other. I may not agree with your 1 %, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it. In fact I like the people with the great merit of disagreeing with nearly everything I say. I like it more when they disagree with almost everything they say themselves, and most importantly, when they don’t think that shouting strengthens their argument.

        Re “writer” a writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people 🙂 Not my case then, only a storyteller 🙂 When I have something to say, and say it as clearly as I can. That is the only secret.

        Thanks indeed for your comment!!

  2. El Guapo says:

    Amen. If it were so common, people wouldn’t be so impressed by it.

    • Dugutigui says:

      That’s what Voltaire said: “Common sense is not so common.”
      In any case Descartes pointed: “Common sense is the most widely shared commodity in the world, for every man is convinced that he is well supplied with it.”
      Thanks for your comment!

  3. eof737 says:

    I love this post… Hysterical! 🙂

    • Dugutigui says:

      Thank you!
      Everything is ironic to me. There are moments I find hysterical, but I’m probably the only one who would find that, except for a few people. Yes, simply hysterical and unbalanced thoughts for order amidst the chaos… they make the stories… somehow 🙂

  4. George baker says:

    a moron defined anyone that rejects wisdom, a fool is not wise it is written God is the only one wise so if people reject God or his Son a dead carpenter they are fools and thus complete morons, drive on the freeway and see many morons, they dont signal, share the road, drive at a safe speed cut people off, think that these people accept the dead carpenter? try wisdom today maybe you can be wise and live forever, but wait the world wants its sin so wisdom is despised and hated cause it forbids murder, theft, whoredom etc, choose wisedom over moronism cause youll win in the end amen!

    • Dugutigui says:

      About once or twice every month I engage in public debates with those whose pressing need it is to woo and to win the approval of supernatural beings. Very often, when I give my view that there is no supernatural dimension, and certainly not one that is only or especially available to the faithful, and that the natural world is wonderful enough —and even miraculous enough if you insist— I attract pitying looks and anxious questions. How, in that case, I am asked, do I find meaning and purpose in life? How does a mere and gross materialist, with no expectation of a life to come, decide what, if anything, is worth caring about?

      Depending on my mood, I sometimes —but not always— refrain from pointing out what a breathtakingly insulting and patronizing question this is. (It is on a par with the equally subtle inquiry: Since you don’t believe in our god, what stops you from stealing and lying and raping and killing to your heart’s content?) Just, as the answer to the latter question, is self-respect and the desire for the respect of others —while in the meantime it is precisely those who think they have divine permission who are truly capable of any atrocity, so the answer to the first question falls into two parts: a life that partakes even a little of friendship, love, irony, humor, parenthood, literature, and music, and the chance to take part in battles for the liberation of others cannot be called ‘meaningless’ except if the person living it is also an existentialist and elects to call it so.

      It could be that all existence is a pointless joke, but it is not in fact possible to live one’s everyday life as if this were so. Whereas if one sought to define meaninglessness and futility, the idea that a human life should be expended in the guilty, fearful, self-obsessed propitiation of supernatural nonentities… but there, there. Enough.

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