Karma Does Not Exist

People like Cletus have made me realize that life isn't fair. I don't want to credit him for anything, let alone for my agnostic awakening, but just look at this leech. He should totally be selling oranges on the side of the highway, or at least driving by people selling oranges on the side of the highway in a 1977 burnt sienna El Camino with mud flaps depicting the Tazmanian Devil giving The Man the finger and saying "Back Off" but only because he couldn't afford the flaps with the naked chick silhouette on them.

Instead he lives in a $6 million estate in Malibu spending his days calling his sugar mama "fat ass" and spinning dope tracks in his personal studio, forgetting that he is a) white and b) heinously retarded and should be sterilized before contaminating the gene pool for the 80th time.