Over the years, I have actually picked up a frightening amount of knowledge about the Insane Clown Posse. This was because the only person who dealt weed (albeit, shitty weed) in my suburb was one of those "juggalos" and would make me listen to their music before I could re-up.
About this cat; I think he's probably indicative of many juggalos I've met over the years. He, like many, didn't graduate from high school. Having no musical skills, he still considered himself as starting out on his rap career with rhymes like:
"Society likes to fuck with me/cuz I dropped out of school, dawg/and I still ain't got my GED"
Plus, not even a white rapper of the stature of Eminem dares to rhyme "nigger" with "trigger". He did, and wondered why black people didn't like him even though he was "down."
Lazy, irresponsible, and dealing dope out of his parents basement (not that I was one to talk at the time) the guy couldn't keep a job washing dishes at Denny's for a week. Any money he did get went to Violent J action figures, baggy pants from Hot Topic, and Mickey's malt liquor.
He had a pretty cute, really nice girlfriend who I worked with (this is primarily how I knew him.) He dumped her the second she got pregnant, then went out and dropped two hundred dollars at a titty bar the next night. I know, I was with him. This was the first titty bar he had ever been in and he actually believed that the strippers *really* thought he was cool (hint: any guy slanging cash like he was is cool in a titty bar.) He was rapturous that a stripper asked him for his phone number after he asked her if she wanted to see ICP at Red Rocks the next weekend. To this day, I don't believe that guy has ever paid any child support for his daughter.
I quickly lost touch with this fellow, finding a hook-up with much better weed and better taste in music. Still, this exposure to ICP was circa 1998; the Dark Ages of Popular Music. Britney Spears was taken seriously; N'Sync and the Backstreet Boys ruled the charts; Fred Durst was considered a "sex symbol". Seven years later, now that Britney is pretty much just redneck tabloid fodder and the last relevant thing Durst has done was get his balls and ass touched in a stolen sex video, what accounts for the enduring popularity of the Insane Clown Posse?
Admittedly, some of ICP's songs are pretty funny. Actually, some of them are REALLY funny in an extremely low-brow sense of the term. But they have not cultivated a legion of adoring juggalos by being a couple of hip-hop Weird Als. I think it has to do with the fact that they cultivate their own weird sort of vocabulary in their albums. Like, "neden" is the word they use for "pussy". "Cotton candy" their term for pubic hair. Plus, they have this obsession with Faygo, or at least spraying it on each other, that makes most of their fans consider it to be like holy water.
They have also tried to create a sort of mythology around them. See, supposedly, there are six "joker's cards" (what they call their albums) beginning with "Carnival of Carnage", and that after the last joker's card, they and all their fans will ascend to Shangri-La on a clown spaceship.
And while we all wished that after their sixth album appeared (well, seventh; they released it in two parts to milk more money out of their fans) every juggalo would drink some cyanide laced Faygo, this is when ICP pulled their best joke. They were actually trying to lead their flock to God so they could get into Heaven.
Despite trying to bring millions of pre-pubescent boys to Jesus, they still retained much of their popularity for some reason. Now, any group that is marginally connected with ICP gets legions of juggalos doing retarded chants on sidewalks. Perhaps the only useful function of the continued existence of juggalos is that they make goths suddenly seem cool.
Christ, I feel dirty even writing this story...