Whoever it was that first gave mankind the notion of "luck."
That because you had less food, less water and thinner clothing than your neighbor, you were unlucky.
That because you weren't as strong as your neighbor, and could therefore not plant and harvest as much as he, you were unlucky.
That because your neighbor had a better looking spouse, you were unlucky.
That because you perceived life as little more than some ****ing "throw of the dice," everything you didn't have was because you were unlucky, and could be rectified by stealing from those who had worked harder than you, and convincing everyone that to do so was somehow righteous.
Verily I say unto you, whoever it was that conned the world into believing that a lack of willingness, work ethic and self-discipline could be blamed upon those who possessed these traits deserves to be not only removed from history, but regarded as the single greatest mass murderer the world has ever known.
I submit that whoever this colossal douchebag is, the proof of God's existence may be found if, and only if, this repugnant, evil soul is presently spending eternity with his wretched asshole serving as Satan's umbrella stand.
By the way: THIS is the question I plan upon asking of the Father, if I'm ever deemed worthy of His audience.
