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As you may well know, there's been a hail of private messages on various forums about Asylum.

Consequently, there's been a hail of stomping, fitfull, snot flinging guests on my forums. Obviously. I don't particularly care for all the noise, but what am I to do ?

It happens I'm pretty strongly commited to free speech, so as long as they post by hand, I'm pretty much stuck with them.

Being stuck with them, I might as well learn to love them, right ? After all, they are human, possessed of a pair of legs and a pair of hands, like everybody else, and a pair of eyes and a pair of brains... well. Maybe, sometimes it's hard to tell.

Being somewhat inclined towards efficiency, I figure if I manage to grasp what they ALL have in common, I might learn to love them in one fell swoop, rather than in an intricate, drawn out series of excruciations. Yea, I was the sort of kid who'd swallow all of the medicine right off and be done with it.

So here I go, reading my newfound bounty of guests' contributions, trying to find what they have in common.

The first and foremost thing is rights. These people have rights. But not just any rights. Not like you and me, the right to shut the fuck up, the right to learn to love what you're stuck with, the right to o, no.

They have much better rights, somehow.

They have, in fact, the right to absolutely anything they want. Further, if anything at all bothers them, they have the right to be free of whatever it is. Just like that, by the way.

These aren't rights they have acquired in some manner, after maybe long struggles or great sacrifices. Not at all. These are all rights they just have. Period.

They couldn't tell you how they got such cool rights, they can't in fact remember a time when they didn't have them. Must have been before the age of 1 month. Unlike you and me, with our crappy, tarnished old style rights, these are the super-people, with super-rights.

There's more to it, too. Not only do ALL of them have such exhaustive rights, but for each individual one, HIS own personal self-given rights are a whole heckload of a lot more important than anyone else's. In fact, on a rough estimation, the average guest's rights are more important that at least twice the sum of the importance of all other people's rights.

That's right, all six, seven fucking billion of other people. Twice over. Dixit.

As far as they are concerned, the only purpose of government is to secure them these rights they have. This, incidentally, spells the end of democracy right there, because I don't see how you could ever run a state of snotty brats without a large collection of whips, and the state whip sure has nothing to do with democracy.

Also, pretty much spells the end of my efforts. I don't think I could ever learn to love somebody who has the right to absolutely anything they want, and also the right to be spared anything they don't want.

I'm too used to working for stuff. Used to it to the point I guess I learned to love it.

Suppose somebody, possibly the maker of all these guests, walked into this room and said, Zeno, I'm going to make it so that whenever you want something you can throw a fit and get it. And if you don't want something, you can throw a tantrum and have it removed.

Well, why ? What am I, five ? What's the point of even getting out of bed in the morning, then ?

I'd rather work at it, thank you very much. I'd rather not have the right to it, so I can later get it, through some effort, and then be able to sit on top of it and think, hey. I got something!

I have. I got something none of them enrightened people does, or will.

Which possibly explains why I don't need very many things to have a very full life, and not very many words for a meaningful relationship.

So I'm sitting right here, in my Tower of Rightlessness, and I'm thinking that me and those people, we can never share a country, we can never share a woman, and actually, we can never share lunch.

12 people need evan moar rights.

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