The dark carnival faith

What it is to be a juggalo

To be a juggalo is to be a self proclaimed outcast in a world of obey shirts and pot hats.
To be a juggalo is to have no formal detection but the feeling some has within their hearts of love and brotherhood among all mankind
To be a juggalo is to only take direction from the carnival above if one so chooses to see the religious aspects of the stories that have been laid down for us.
We have no profits, no wise men, the only thing that is sacred to us is struggle.
The only thing that we find washes that taste down is a tall bottle of the cheapest tastiest soda out there. Faygo.
When we paint our faces it is not to insight ridicule but rather a message to all. If we all saw ourselves as clowns there would be no room for racism and hatred. Inherently clowns are funny. They are meant to be laughed out and made to be the ass end of jokes. To be a juggalo is to openly admit that you are an enjoyed of hidden messages sighing social norms and what we call wicked music, it is to stand in the face of opposition and say fuck off with the loudest voice you can muster. As a juggalo and a follower of the faith (that is all too often over looked) that was put down for us by those who started this movement I can honestly say being made fun of often is freeing. Choosing to humble yourself instead of being consumed by hate is the same as exhaling. To be a juggalo you have to know struggle well. You have to claw and scratch your way through life as if you were doing yourself back up to the surface from deep deep underground. For most this is something that does not sound like a life style worth living but to others like myself it is a calling to home.