Am I right or am I right or am I right...right?

I've had a few folks get butt-hurt in my vicinity lately. Not that there's anything new with that...I'm pretty much an expert at making people realize they are capable of anger, contempt...feelings of inadequacy, you know...not so happy feelings. What's been the theme though: Rights...they have a right to do something. They have a right to say, do...not do...

Sure, sure you do. You *do* have a right to remain silent, just sayin'. Saying you have a right to do something because you've done it a long time is ignorant. If I'm controlling access to a private party at your "friend's" house and they don't want you there 'cuz you're an ignorant, whiny, self-absorbed douche, well...you don't have a right to be there. Even if you cry...especially if you cry. Look inward for your rights...not externally. You have a right to live to your fullest, to be a kind, selfLESS person, you have a right to consider others, you have a right to be an honorable person...you have a right to do what you say and say what you do.

In this vein, don't hide behind "I have freedom of speech. I can say anything I want." Sure, sure you do. Mao isn't running things, sure...but just because we can't come take your left arm and hang it from a bamboo stick for saying margarine is better than butter doesn't mean you can say stupid, hurtful, dishonest things and be free from what comes to you for those words. It means you can *say* those words and *live* with what comes...ya friggin' ignorant dolt. It's freedom of...not freedom from.

Oh, and there's: there...their...and they're. Know them, love them. Finish 4th grade maybe.

I hear I'm arrogant and stubborn though so maybe your problems are my fault.

Brock...