Hey look I finished it.
There goes my status quo as 'good student' right out the window.
But at any rate, I'm proud of it.
If you know me, you probably, by now, know that I have a very, very, very open mind. And that I take judgment, especially preliminary judgment, personally.
This is no exception:
Faith
Google Juggalo.
How much of the song did you actually even listen to?
4:46pm Caleb
the begining of it i don't really like listening to rap...
AND.
Faith
This is a YouTube Video That is an ICP interview on the O'Reilley factor.
4:49pmCaleb
k
watching it
4:49pmFaith
Good.
4:50pmCaleb
wow this is just stupied shit...
i can really really really see why they are hated...
4:51pmFaith
Good.
4:51pmCaleb
So glad i hate rap...
so glad...
4:52pmFaith
So glad you have no open mind. ; ]
4:52pm Caleb
I have an open mind...
Just not tords everything..
4:53pmFaith
Of course you do.
Just because hate rap music gives you no excuse to not listen to the messaage. [I can understand country, all they fuckin' talk about is HeartBreak and their horse dyin'; and that's not even an exaggeration.]
But if you're going to decline a group that sends good messages between 'wicked shit' might as well stick their head in a poopy toilet, and flush it. And enjoy themselves a chocolate swirlie. Because that's all they deserve.
The first excerpt is an example of Preliminary Judgement and the second is just, well, as it's said 'Stupied shit' to explain a stupid opinion.
It's about time I explain my, previously unexplained Love for the Insane Clown Posse....
I officially dubbed myself 'Juggalo' [another name for an ICP Fan.] on January fourth at about 4 or 5 in the morning. Let me explain the [current] state I was in, I had awoken for the day on January third at eight or so A.M. up on the mountain. By my suggestion we were leaving one day before schedule. [The post explaining the best, is the one posted on the fourth, which would be HERE.]
To explain the state I was in prior to the whole weekend, I had, [to my belief] subconciously tried to kill myself without even knowing.
I'm not going to lie to you, I smoked that weekend. A lot. [Not your ordinary Wacky Tobaccy that you bought from the Kid at school either, this shit's for the fuckin pros.] A whole lot before Christmas too. And On Christmas, after a lovely, lovely (\sarcasm) Conversation with someone I cared very much about, who knows what happened. (What saddens me most about this conversation is that I was too messed up to even prethink anything I had said, beginning, middle and end. I can't even remember how it ended.) Under the influence of said smoke I had crashed my snowmobile. Luckily, [I guess,] the Snowmobile was better than I was, which still confuses the shit out of me to this day. Keep in mind I was high in the sky still, and even I felt pain. I still think I should have said something. Gotten whatever may have gone bad in my body checked my a doctor. Whatever. It doesn't hurt anymore. Yay.
I'm still [STILL] wondeing why the sled didnt flip or anything. I wish I could explain what I did, But I can't even fuckin' remember. FLASH-Oh fuck. That was it.
According to dad, [while modifing the sled] it's been crashed before, Must have been way worse. Or I was really lucky. I think [really REALLY think] it was luck though, I could go on and on about how this mountain carries [to us] almost supernatural power. I can see why my dad moved to the top.
After, I tried to move to check the sled, after about 5 minites I could move my hand again. [I'm guessing I was in shock, I spent like 5 minites staring at a birch tree and trying to breathe.] Once I was able to take control of my body I sat [or rather layed] on the ground. Which wasn't a great descision seeing that for winter clohtes I only had a Hooded Sweatshirt and jeans, [and gloves and boots for winter shit], But at the time I could give a fuck less.
I guess you could say it was at that exact time I snapped and my insanity 'began', or for a better word, 'Surfaced' [It was always there].
I got up, checked the sled, Baffled at its lack of damage, got a branch out that was jammed on the bottom, started the bastard, laughed at the fact that I was lucky as hell that this was the sled that had reverse, baffled at the reverse, got out of the rut It was in, found my way back onto the trail, and I was on my way. I returned to the cabin and sat in my loft for a while. [A good 3 hours or so. Staring at my computer screen.]
I had tried to forget about the physical pain, the emotional damage was way worse.
I had spent the remainder of the weekend in subtle shock, I could still talk and operate properly. But I remember I had a really small fuse. Because of this I spent a lot of time Listening to Rob Zombie and drawing [I also got rid of my artist's block Christmas weekend]
I was in a Rut for Nine days.
I told you this story to let you know of this,
When I had returned home, at 11 PM, Furious at my mother for not being home, Parting from my father on a good note [We had not argued or fought- he hadn't even yelled, the whole christmas break. I was so happy for that.]
I was Seeking solace for my vengeful and restless darkened soul, so I got onto Project Playlist and typed 'Insane Clown Posse' into the searchbox; something I had been meanig to do for a month or so.
The results Changed my life. I related to Insane Clown Posse in ways I never had with anything esle, The music, the message, it all gave me a reason to stand tall, strong, never taking any shit.
I wasn't alone.
I connected to this group more than I had towards Gorillaz.
Bottom line, If you decline ICP, fine, but don't be bringing offence into it. I get it, you don't like it, but keep it at that. You offend it and you're offending my own belief.
Stop it.
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