Another in the installment of Demons, Skeletons and Zombie. However, this one will not be so in depth. Actually it will have no content what so ever other than me ranting about nothing at all…

I understand that to some the right to privacy is a right that has been flushed down the drain. I also understand that depending on your Washington ideology you hold true to one of the two (simplified) absolutes…

1) You can do whatever you want with your body as long as you give us all your money.

2) You can have all of the money that you make as long as you let us tell you what you can and can’t do with your body.

Now I don’t subscribe to any of these. You can’t tell me what to do with my body and you can’t have my money. You want health-care?Get a job. You want food? Get a job. You want electricity, clothes, education, cars, houses, a life? GET A JOB.

Damn, went off on a tangent again…

My privacy is exactly that, mine; and my past is exactly that, mine. It is the responsibility of me and me alone, to bring to light events of my past. Imagine if Washington ran that way, hell we’d have no politicians. Nobody is going to elect someone based on the things they say…

Wait, never mind.

That is a different breed of monster. When you put yourself in the public eye to be elected to a position of higher power your past needs to be exposed and investigated.

But, when on Facebook, Twitter,WordPress, Blogger, Livejournal, Typepad, or whatever your addiction may be, you are the owner of your realm. You alone are the be all and end all. You have the sole power to censor, limit, and restrain those who attempt to bring to light issues that you don’t want out in the open.

There still is a Constitution. Although most in Washington view it as a 2oo year old piece of toilet paper, the rules which set the laws which govern are there.

I have the right to privacy. I have the right to share whichever parts of my life I decide I want shared. When someone usurps that right and posts whatever they wish about my past, they no longer even have the ability to understand something as little as a right to privacy.

When you have usurped a right you no longer view it as valid. Therefore you no longer have a claim to that right.

Just a bunch of nonsense really.

Bottom Line…

I am the only one who has the authority to bring my past into the present. I am not a public figure, I have no urge to seek public office. So if you can’t keep your damn nose out of my private life and past, kiss off.

~A