I hate to get all Sarah Palin on y'all, but this has got to stop.
See... I have a brother-in-law that is a juggalo and this mean spirited teasing is something you wouldn't engage in if one of your own family members was affected. Until you know the pain of having to sit down on Christmas morning with a retarded mother fucker in clown make up who is looking forward to hatchet man presents, you just don't know what it's like. I would humbly ask you to stop. He can't help it. He was born this way, then dropped on his head, after my mother-in-law spent nine months knocking back a fifth of Popov vodka every night during her pregnancy. (That's my theory at least.)
I've been working very hard to have juggalo recognized as a classification in the Special Olympics so that we can maybe give his pathetic life a little meaning, but until that time, have some heart. I know all of you are not inherently cruel people.