Okay let me paint you a picture here of why Rick can't win anything ever.
You approach a shitty rundown house on the edge of the woods. From said woods you hear the slightly muffled sounds of males moaning, some shouts of YEEEEHAW, gun shots, and for some reason horses. As you enter the house you prominently see something displayed on the refrigerator that's in plain view from the front door in the dirty run down kitchen. The sign on it reads #DLTIW. You briefly wonder what that stands for when you are beckoned into the living room by a woman who just introduces herself as mama Raven. As you enter you first smell then see a very fat small child sitting in the corner in a mixture of what you assume to be his own filth and some strewn around dinosaur toys, muttering the word "child" under his very heavy and fat breath.
Mama Raven sits you down at a coffee table and pours you some tea into a shitty porcelain cup. You inquire about the child and she explains to you: "This is my son, Rick, he's an idiot." Rick hearing his name turns his head, looking vaguely at you, his eyes unfocused, a dinosaur toy sticking out of one of his nostrils. "I raised him wrong on purpose, as a joke", she finished. "I will spoon feed you your own teeth, child!", exclaims Rick, then sticks another dinosaur toy into his mouth. Mama Raven gives you a sage and pained look, nodding. "Don't let the idiots win", she almost sighs. "Never let the idiots win."
Now we can't and shouldn't ignore the wish of such a woman, a woman who has queefed out and then raised such an abject and completely shit person. #DLTIW. Don't let this one win. After all she has been trolling her own son since the day he was conceived with that rodeo of random cowboys behind her house and probably the horse too.