The Insane Clown Posse, and every group affiliated with their label Psychopathic Records, have a cult-like following of fans, like any independent group that's been around for almost 20 years. The modern base of their cult-like fan base is full of suburban wannabe gangbanger-types who claim to run with a hatchet when in reality, it's doubtful that any of them have been in a confrontation that didn't end in a slap fight. They are called “juggalos”, and they are an embarrassment.
Back in the mid-90's, the term was pretty generic. Juggalos were a group of people that liked getting hammered/getting high, painting their faces up, going to an ICP show and getting showered with Faygo Root Beer while acting like rabid animals. You know; not embarrassed to act a fool for the weekend. We all have done it, no big deal. Beyond that, they just liked listening to ICP's music. They didn't feel any kind of spiritual awakening, feeling like they were part of an elite society brought together by one band. If anything, they just enjoyed the music, and thought it was hilarious.
Nowadays, the definition of a juggalo is pretty specific. Juggalos are a multi-ethnic group of males and females, typically 13-24 years old, who live in suburban communities. During their spare time, they like to run around painted up as clowns and take pictures of themselves, thinking that it makes them look either menacing or sexy, when it does neither. Some even like to harass their neighbors, either feeling like they have a point to prove, or just because they're huge d-bags. Their love for the Insane Clown Posse knows no bounds, as any mention of the band's name will cause them to go ape shit and wet themselves. They universally act tough, but if you even utter the name Violent J, even the “toughest” juggalo will start acting like a little girl at a Jonas Brothers concert. They pile in armies outside of concerts and in-store appearances to get an autograph, or to at least get a small glimpse of ICP. And if they don't get one, they will cry, bitch and moan (and seeing a juggalo act like a bitch is not exactly like finding Bigfoot. In fact, it's more like finding energy drinks at a 7-11).
Believe it or not, there are ICP fans who don't act like this. There are ICP fans who have shreds of dignity. Who don't scream about “juggalo family”, or act like morons anytime someone says, “ICP sucks.” Who have been listening to ICP since Riddlebox or earlier, and who remember when Mancow was riding ICP's dick like a desperate whore. Those fans refuse to be called juggalos, whether or not they considered themselves that in the past.
This blog is dedicated to them. Dedicated to the fans who don't feel a need to label themselves what has become a derogatory word. This is even dedicated to new fans who don't pretend to be elite, or claim to have been listening to ICP for years.
And if you read through this entry, you claim to be a juggalo, but insist that you have dignity and self-respect, all I have to say to you is this: very soon, you'll grow to look down on the “J” word just as much as we did.