Rights are temporary privileges to be thankful for and paranoid about.

Right - an abstract idea of that which is due to a person or governmental body by law or tradition or nature. 

We have rights to protect us, keep us from raping and pillaging our neighbours, keep our neighbours from molesting our children, and keep us from fucking with eachother.
They’re a crowning achievement, a positive drug for society, to all good moral holding men and women in this world, but they’re as meaningless like so much other red tape and documentation the government craps out from all its organs and media working machines of madness ever generating more useless info to drown anything important.

In WWII when the Japanese became the enemy to both the U.S. and Canada, every Japanese Canadian (even the ones born here) were stripped of their rights, families taken to camps in the interior, their homes and possessions auctioned off, and lives betrayed by the system they trusted.  If we live within rights that can be taken away in a moments notice then how can we call them rights when it’s the governing body in power who pulls the strings on them?  If a right is something nature or a divine source grants to us permanently – attached to each individual, yet a few signatures and men in suits making decisions can go against nature and separate an individual from rights of being a human being – separate an individual from part of his nature-granted living humanity?

I’m a fucking dumbshit dumbass idiot for falling for the comfortable idea that we have rights and these rights mean something.  They appear solid and radiant the strong vibe that we are safe, but they’re as dense as the wet runny standard bulshit shit both we believe our useless politicians vomit out in intervals and that which they actually do… Your rights – your unlimited rights are only allowed by your government.  They can be taken away at any moment.  We have good moral filled temporary privileges positive to our well being and to our humanitarian perversions…. Temporary… Something about rights isn’t right – to a point that I feel rights is an improper title for these too good paranoia birthing privileges, given to them only to pretty them up some more and sell them off to the masses easier.

I like having rights, I enjoy indulging in my rights, but they’re a nice idea and we all are just children playing with them, feeling safe in a temporary fake controlled comfort zone playground, and the worse thing is we all have a huge hard-on for these water rights that we’ve been stroking for so long, we’re turnin’ blind.