I’ve decided that this is the last time I write about Juggalos for a while.  Sorry folks, but after attending the Twiztid show, I think the clowns are finally on to me.  I know it’s not the same caliber of journalism as a reporter covering the war first hand, dodging bullets while taking notes.  But I once again ventured into the eye of the Juggalo hurricane with nothing but a metaphorical umbrella and matching pink galoshes.