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Do you believe in farmers?

Farmer Jim: I hear you don’t castrate your animals. That true?
Farmer Bill: Yup, that’s true all right.
Farmer Jim: But why?
Farmer Bill: Why? ‘Cause I believes in karma….

Seventy two days later Farmer Jim died of heat stroke. The relic of a tractor he was riding continued on through the fields carrying his bouncing body. It crashed through the old weather-worn pole fence, crushed his wife’s precious gardenias and then sputtered to a stop after crashing through the living room wall. His lifeless body slumped off the side and impaled itself through the stomach on a broken two-by-four from the wall.

Three hours later Farmer Bill left the local gas station scratching the grey covering off his weekly lottery indulgence. As he uncovered the third and winning $200,000 marker on the scratcher he realized what he had and what this would mean to him and his family. He then realized that in his amazement he had not stopped walking and saw the dumptruck moments before it ran him over in the middle of the street. Three large tires on the passenger side of the fully loaded dumptruck went on over and through his body. As the driver slammed on the brakes those tires left a trail of black rubber, blood and small gobs of flesh in their wake.

So, what do you believe in?