the unjust

An expression I heard today that I liked:  Rain falls on the just and the unjust.  Ain't that the truth?  But I wish the unjust would identify themselves better out there with the rest of us as they're slogging in the grimy puddles and watching the ink from their hip messenger bags leeching onto their damp, light-colored khakis.  Don't we all need a little schadenfreude in our lives?  I think so.  I say it keeps our hearts pumping, warms up our arteries just a bit, maybe kills off an errant virus or two.  That could be true. You don't know.