Gets 100% of the credit for curing your cancer / and 0% of the blame for causing it
A Scumbag God post.
You decide to eat healthily. Broccoli: bitter. Cake: perfect. Somebody designed this system, and they were not on your side. Your wisdom teeth arrive at twenty four with nowhere to go and have to be taken out by a dentist at great expense. Wisdom, they call it. Summer holiday, warm evening, you finally sit outside with a drink. So do the mosquitoes, which exist for no reason anyone has explained and have chosen you specifically. Your team wins and the striker thanks God. Your team loses four nil and nobody mentions God at all. The credit is always upstairs. The blame is always the referee. **Why it caught on:** a stern bearded God cut from a classical painting got the cap from the 2011 Scumbag Steve photo, originally worn by a real man, Blake Boston, and old questions about why the world is built this way finally fitted in two cheeky lines.