Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy Halloween

First off, I want to wish all of you a Happy Halloween.

Tonight is Hallowicked in Detroit; the last Hallowicked show of the year. I was at one of the Hallowicked's earlier this week. Now, if you're sitting there asking, "Why the hell were you at an ICP show? I thought you hated juggalos," then get out.

Recently, I have to admit that I've been a bit conflicted. About this blog, about juggalos, and about myself in relation to the first two. I've had discussions with some juggalos (on here and online) about this blog (haters were outright ignored, as usual). Some could see the point, but still thought it was a bad approach to dealing with the "problem". They'd say it just brought more negativity. While I feel that negativity is the best approach to dealing with something that's pretty negative on the surface (if you say it's not, then you're lying to yourself; embrace it and move on), some of the talking points started to make me think a little. Before long, Hallowicked was here.

Let me just start off by saying: Hallowicked was epic. And in between every set, Mike E. Clark was in the back, spinning tracks from Murder Mix Volume 1 and Volume 2 (November 9th, pick it up). ICP went up, and the place went crazy. Faygo was thrown, people were pushed and limbs were nearly broken. Almost everyone in the place was hyped, including me. Before I knew it, I found myself bouncing around like a crazy person, yelling along to the music, catching bottles, spraying them everywhere, and after the show, I was starting chants that echoed the halls.

Right in the middle, I thought to myself, "I'm a juggalo. I might as well accept it."

Me and my friend were driving home, hyped. Along the way, he laughed and said, "Don't you feel like a hypocrite now?" It got me thinking even more: am I a hypocrite for getting wild at an ICP concert? Am I really a juggalo and have just been avoiding it?

When I got home, both answers hit me. The answer was:

NO!

I've always been a juggalo. Turns out the name of this blog was starting to even make me think I wasn't a juggalo. I am a juggalo, and have always been. Hell, it's the reason why I started this blog. As a message that if being an ignorant, uncivilized guilt-monger prick is what "juggalos" today are, then I want no part of it.

I'm also not a hypocrite because I'm all for painting your face up and running wild for the weekend. It's in the first post of this blog! It's when that's all you do with your life (unless you're ICP) that makes you a loser.

I started thinking back to earlier in the night, and seeing these teenagers hyping themselves up, wearing "goth" pants, claiming family and this and that while others were sitting along the wall, waiting and talking to their friends. When the action started, I saw a few of those kids fighting to get to the side (where it's safe) or dipping out all together in a frightened rush. And all those guys quietly waiting were leaving the concert soaking wet and with smeared up face paint. It was one act that let you see who the real juggalos were, and who was just fakin' the funk. Thankfully, the majority were real (it didn't stop those aforementioned fakes from walking out bone-dry still hyped up).

The night wasn't about people's stupid problems, or their "oh, so horrible" upbringings. It wasn't about people's guilt-ridden stories of depression. It wasn't some reaffirmation that we're outcasts and that we're all alone. It was about getting together, going wild and having a good time before we had to go back to work in the morning.

Yeah, those guilt-monger "juggalos" were there, and they were outright ignored. If I would have shouted, "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GROW A PAIR!" to one, I probably would have gotten cheers.

It made me feel like I was at an old school show. And reminded me why I even care about this in the first place.

As for this blog, nothing has changed. This is still against those who label themselves a "juggalo", but who don't know heads or tails of the whole deal, but still insist that it's purely about "family". Those people thinking all outcasts are juggalos, just because they're outcasts. Those people who flock from board to board, getting butthurt over comments about ICP and misrepresenting their "family". Those people who rationalize their stupid actions and juggalo standing with the fact that they were picked growing up. "My parents hit me when I was a kid, and that's why I'm a juggalo!" And so on and so forth.

Not to mention that the merch booth had a ton of overpriced shit, including more than fifty shirts on sale for $25; $10 more than you can find elsewhere (even Hot Topic). If you don't believe ICP is in this to make money, then again, you're lying to yourself.

And if you're a juggalo, and you find this blog offensive, then I'm probably talking about you. Either that, or you can't understand what I'm saying.

Now, get that candy!

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Brilliance

I was recently browsing around the Internet, and I came across a forum that had mentioned the article The Human Behind ICP Fans Against Juggalos Speaks. Of course, it was one of those automatic RSS-type "reposts" that allows people to comment on their own site. But what I found on the post was a short paragraph describing the real root of this entire cause.

It's not so much that [the people behind ICP Fans Against Juggalos] think it's about murder......more that it was originally an outlet for anger.....just like all hardcore music. It was a way for us to express ourselves and scare the h3ll out of people who had tried to keep us down for so many years. It was the bullied kids fighting back and sticking up for one another....and being totally wicked and evil about it. Sick of the abuse...sick of the names...sick of the bull$h!t.....smash in their brains.....and together.....they were family. Not a gang.....not bullies....not thieves...not the bad guys....the rightious mutha fuckas takin back the streets in a twisted sick way.

It was in response a comment reading, "i don't understand how so many people think this is bout murder........its all bout my love for my family an thats the truth."

I couldn't have written a better response myself. Of course, there's more to it than that, but it's the root of all of this. People seem to have forgotten that when it began, it was more about uprising than it was about "being misunderstood". Yeah, we were misunderstood, but we didn't have to tell that to others, because they could plainly see it. It was all in the background.

Way back when, it was, "I'm broke, I'm hungry, I'm sick, I got people who won't leave me the fuck alone, and I don't know what's gonna kill me first: the air I'm breathing, or the gang bangers that keep robbing me. I'm going out of my mind and I'm sick of this shit! They got shows like The Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous showing these wealthy fucks taking advantage of the extra shit they have. You see news stories about politicians getting indicted for embezzlement or extortion. Money they don't even fucking need! Where's the help for the poor? You give us food stamps and Link cards that aren't worth shit, and you expect us to be happy and thankful, saying, 'You should be lucky you're even getting that!' What about reinvesting in the community you started by casting out those you claimed to be 'undesirable'? What about reinvesting in the community that you helped deteriorate by closing your businesses inside of it, destroying jobs in the process? You ever go to think there wouldn't be a gang problem if you gave a little assistance to the 'little guy'? You pass our land and shield your daughter's eyes. Shielding us like we're carnival freaks. Wait until we get to your land. Wait until we make you feel the pollution you allow us to breath. The poverty you force us to live with. The slow death you make us feel every second of every day while you laugh in our faces. Just wait. Your houses will be burned. Your valuables will be pawned. And your throats will be cut! We're coming back, and we're taking what's ours!"

Now, It seems to be all about, "I was picked on as a kid and my parents hit me, so now I'm a juggalo."

Juggalos need to remember what it was all about. Yeah, there was family. But it was incidental; not intentional. It was the outcome; not the reason.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Misogyny In The Juggalo Community

This is a piece of mail I got a couple months back. I've been meaning to post it, but I never got around to it.

Hey,
I just wanted to say you blog is fucking amazing.I am just like you,I've been listening to ICP since Riddle Box and over the years I have slowly started to hate Juggalos.You can't even walk through a mall while wearing a Psy shirt without getting a "Whoop,Whoop" or a "What up ninja" and it's really sad that we're the only fans who do this.I have never once seen somebody wearing a Slipknot shirt run up to somebody else wearing one saying "Whats up maggot."My wife and I have stopped going to concerts now because juggalos think that every lette is a slut and that they can feel all up on her like she's a piece a meat.If juggalos are all about family and shit then how is this being tolerated.If I had a sister I know damn well I wouldn't go grabbing all over her.What ICP should do is have all us old juggalos speak at one of there seminars at the Gathering and straighten this new so called juggalos out.


This guy mentioned something I've been meaning to say. There is a lot of molestation going on at ICP concerts. Now, before I start getting emails proclaiming, "JUGGALOS AIN'T NO CHILD FUCKERS!", let's look up what the word molest means:
The popular use of the word is to describe abuse to little kids, but in the broader sense, anyone could be molested (on a side note, I didn't even know molestful was a word).

If you ever go to an ICP show, every other minute, you'll see someone (most likely a female) get groped. Sadly, this is why juggalettes automatically have a reputation for being sluts. While some are more than willing to set their attacker straight, the others love the "attention".

This is another thing I have seen first hand, even though regretfully at the time, I thought nothing of it. I was at a show with a few friends of mine. We were painted up, we were hyped, it was gonna be a cool night. Two of them kept purposely bumping into these two girls and feeling them up. Both of these girls loved the advances. One of my friends took it so far as to pour water all over one of the girls' cleavage. Her boyfriend happened to be watching, so we all had to back our boy up (how were any of us supposed to know she was involved?). My other friend took the other girl home. A few days later, he found out she was infected, and that he had contracted an STD.

Next time we hung out, first song that played was "Toxic Love".

I know, we're dicks. But anyway, it helped open my eyes to the way women get treated not just at ICP concerts, but in the juggalo community as a whole. While I do hate Juggalo Julie, I can see and respect why she doesn't want to be labeled as a "juggalette" (being someone who doesn't label themselves as a "juggalo").

We all gotta start treating juggalettes with dignity regarding sexual advances, wanted or not. Fuck that, we need to start treating females with more respect. Misogyny is greatly outdated. Rednecks are misogynistic, and we don't want to follow by their example, do we?

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