Before I start, I just want to say I hope 2011 is treating all of you well so far. The hangovers should be healed by now. It’s a new year, so that includes new topics.
I was randomly surfing the internet the other day when I came across the Village Voice article about this site. The short story behind it is: a journalist had wrote me a couple weeks before, asking my opinion about so many things relating to juggalos, and of course, the deal behind the name. A lot of what I sent her is outdated information, but the general idea is the same: a lot of the “new school” juggalos give all of us a bad name, and so on. She ran with it and wrote an article about this blog, jabbing at me as she went on. I can’t say that it wasn’t expected, but what I didn’t expect was a comment that I found later that literally disturbed me.
“[The author of ICP Fans Against Juggalos], honestly, is just stuck in the past, and it's sad. I can totally see this man jumping on stage and killing ICP in sort of the same way that the loser that killed Dimebag Darrell did.”
Where the fuck do you get that idea from!?
“Well, you assume things about juggalos on this site.” Wrong. I write about what I see. Not what I see on a computer screen, or read online: I’m talking about shit I’ve seen with my own two eyes and have heard, from the source, with my own two ears for the last 15 years. How could you “totally see” me doing that? Do you know me? Have I met you before? You only know me through the stuff I write on here. And you know what? There are others like me, and while they might not agree with the blog in its entirety, they agree with the overall message because, like me, they see this shit happening within the juggalo world and it sickens and insults them.
You don’t see me hopping on stage and shooting people.
There was something else this person posted:
“What this cocksucker sounds like, is that he's pissed off that the band he was obsessed with had the audacity to change. To try something new, instead of humping a dead horse to death, so to speak. Perhaps the Juggalo Family that they speak of, was what they had intended all along.”
If you’re reading this, whoever wrote the above comments: seek help. Fast. The term is “beating a dead horse”. Yeah, I’m the one to worry about, yet the word “humping” came to your mind while thinking about an animal.
As I stated before, I can see the whole “juggalo family” deal now. I can feel it when I go to shows and I’m around real Juggalos. But half these people yelling about “family” now-a-days are just doing it either because it’s trendy (in this day and age it is, seeing as how ICP is exploding in the mainstream, especially in the suburbs) or because they want to feel and look rebellious. Or both.
ICP didn’t have the “audacity to change”, they had the “audacity” to sell out their older fans. The fans who have been there since before The Wraith (or even before Milenko). How are juggalos supposed to be “misunderstood” (as they always claim to be) when Shaggy goes out and pretty much says, “Anyone can be a juggalo!” (not quoted). ICP started doing less of the wicked shit, trying to make it more “for the public”, and Psychopathic starting selling three copies of every release (with no real difference in each copy) while calling them “collectible”. Not to mention that ICP have started a new set of Joker Cards! They’ve ceased to be underground; now, they’re aiming for that Hot Topic money, and they’re more than willing to take it from those impressionable, idiotic, rich teenagers that are throwing it at them.
Bottom line is, I write about what I see. So, when I see a majority of “newer” juggalos making asses of themselves and making all juggalos seem retarded, I’m going to write about it. Don’t like it? Fuck off.