Sense Enough to Come in Out of the Rain

 

Here in Texas and in the South in general we have a saying “that boy doesn’t have sense enough to come in out of the rain.” Now that it all over but the shouting for Hurricane Irene this phrase comes to mind. The majority of the deaths attributed to Irene were people who displayed the common sense of a muskrat. Maybe less, even rodents know to take cover in a hurricane.

“Hey, the wind died down a bit, I’m going outside to inspect my house.” A tree falls and squish, fatality.

“Hey, I have a great idea. Let’s go drive around in the car. So what if the power is out.” No traffic lights – traffic accident and a child dies.

Why do people do stupid things? Is it the “it won’t happen to me syndrome?” Or is it the news media standing out in the wind a saying “you should stay home. Don’t do what we are doing, do what we say.” Then the camera pans back to a couple of idiots playing in the surf.

I could see how many have an innate reluctance to trust authorities. There are days that I’m convinced that the majority of our representatives in at our state and federal capitols couldn’t find their butt with both hands. The jobless rate is through the roof, but that’s a political hot potato. So, let’s pass ridiculous laws to make it look like we’re doing something.

  • In Florida it is illegal for a man to go out in public in a strapless gown – your tax dollars at work. Frankly my dear, who gives a damn?
  • Also in Florida it is illegal to have sex with a porcupine. I’m sure from the porcupine’s point of view this is a good law.
  • My personal favorite – banning the incandescent light bulb. So stock up. At least we have until 2014 to decide that this is not the best decision every made. The current alternate is bulbs with mercury in them. Don’t want that in the landfill.

When did we stop teaching our kids common sense? Was it was a gradual process where parents began to be afraid to allow children to experience the consequences of their own actions and mistakes? Don’t touch that stove it’s hot. Oh, you touched the stove anyway and burned yourself, it hurts doesn’t it? Now that might entail a visit from child protective services with accusations of child neglect or abuse.

We do something stupid and instead of thinking “wow that was really dumb and I’m in a major pickle.  hmmm, maybe I shouldn’t do that again,” we cry “sue the bastards!”

The theory used to be “stuff happens, get over it!” Now’s it’s “whose fault is it? Who can we blame? ”

It’s all great crucibles of balderdash. In my opinion.

10 responses

  1. songtothesirens | Reply

    I also never knew that, in Florida, a man could not wear a strapless gown. Perhaps one with straps would do? 🙂

    1. LOL straps! Good idea if one finds oneself being male in Florida with a desire to wear a strapless gown. Wonder what would happen if men wore kilts there?

      1. songtothesirens | Reply

        That would be a hanging offense 🙂

  2. songtothesirens | Reply

    I honestly don’t know how I survived the 70’s and early 80’s. We had playground built on concrete, merry-go-rounds to get flung off of (onto the concrete), seesaws made of wood that hadn’t been sanded in ages, and the admonition (upon the invention of the microwave) not to put anything metal in said microwave. So, my sister and I did. It was beautiful with blue electrical arcs flying all throughout the oven, until it broke and stopped.Of course, when asked, we knew nothing of how it broke. We didn’t mention the fork….. so why am I still alive having survived these atrocities, and little kids today have rubber matting under their playgrounds, you never see a merry-go-round, and everything has round edges?

    You know, I have no idea how these kids are going to grow up. We were taught to respect elders and other people, to show compassion to others, that the world doesn’t owe us squat (you have to work for what you want), we had chores to do to earn our $5 per week allowances (that if saved over one month would hardly put a dent into an iPhone, what’s a kid doing with a $700 phone?), we had rules to follow, so as a consequence, we were raised (ie: trained to be adults,) not just allowed to grow-up (which happens naturally.)

    How did we ever survive without permanent scars, or brain damage from flying off the merry-go-round onto concrete?

  3. 😆 You and NR must be thinking alike on the common sense thing! http://nrhatch.wordpress.com/2011/08/31/common-sense-aint-so-common/

    Your article reminds me of our big cyclone – there was this STUPID TV reporter driving around with a camera man and Skype to cover the aftermath. When no-one was supposed to be out and about. Ridiculous. Placing the lives of emergency services workers at risk if he had to be saved – from himself!

  4. I hate to be the dick who brings up Darwin… but anyone whose last words are “Hey y’all, watch this!” is o great loss to the gene pool.
    And I’m fairly sure not having sex with a porcupine is a good idea from ANYONE’s point of view.

    1. I’ve always thought that the “hey watch this” types were from the shallow end of the gene pool.

  5. “That boy doesn’t have the sense to come in out of the rain” is one of my all-time favorite expressions. Of course, it’s been so long since it’s rained around here that when it finally does, we may none of us have the sense to come in out of it!

  6. I love the “who can I blame” attitude. I do think that is the common thought of most people….so sad! Love the post!

    1. Well blame anyone except one’s self seems to be the order of the day. Which is sad because in doing that we don’t learn from mistakes making life much more difficult than it has to be 😦

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