Mother Fucking Karma

I am a firm believer in Karma. I may not be the most religious person on the block, however, I am in informed individual, there fore I'm perfectly capable of deciphering my own views. I don't need a priest, or a pastor, or a minister, or a rabbi, or an evangelist, or an atheist, or any other fucking moron to tell me what to believe. By my education and formulated views; I believe that there is something bigger than us. Some people believe it's God, Allah, The Spirit of Mother Earth, Satan, or whatever other god or idol you chose to throw your time away on. I'm not knocking religion. (However, my horrible attitude towards it is shining brightly in this particular blog.) Some people need that. Something to believe in. I believe in life and death. Simple enough. I have people in my life who are devout Christians, but that doesn't mean I share their goal. What is their goal? "Spread the word of God." Fucking bite me with that bullshit. I absolutely hate when people try to shove religion down my throat. If I wanted to taste it I would. No need to hold me down and force feed me. What the fuck. Whew. Went off on a little tangent there. Anyway, back to Karma. I honestly believe that life is about keeping score. Who has the most points. I don't buy any of this "In God's eyes everyone is equal." bullshit. Everyone is not equal. People suck. There are very bad people in the world. Your trying to tell me that Charles Manson and I are both kicking it in left field? I think not! He is in the dumpster in the parking lot and I'm on the mother fucking pitchers mound. Ever been to a t-ball game? They don't keep score, because "You are all winners." You know what? Every single one of those 5 year olds walks off the field and asks their mom or dad "Did we win?!" You know why? Because in life there are winners and loosers. Survival and death. There are people that bust their asses to try to make an honest living and be a successful part of society. You know what? Fuck society. (I'm extremely pissy right now, can ya tell?) I just can't seem to understand how things work out. I realize that some things just aren't meant to be understood, but god dammit, I wanna know! How does a convicted criminal get everything they have ever dreamed of, while I bust my ass and hope I make it another day. Fuck that. I'm so pissed of at whoever keeps track of the Karma points. I want a re-count. This isn't fair! (If you even reply to me that "Life isn't fair." I'm gonna bloody your noes and break your tibia.)

My mother said to me, "If you become a soldier, you'll be a general; if you become a monk, you'll end up as the Pope." Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.
-Pablo Picasso