I'm David Ferrier in New Zealander who ended up accidentally marooned in America, and I want to grasp what makes this country tick.

Now I've always had a fascination with subcultures, be it heavy metal music fans, live-action role players, people who like to dress up

as furries, or adults that like to tickle each other.

But there's one subculture that's always felt like such a mystery to me,

and it could only have been created in the United States of America.

Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, is the cry of the Juggalo's, a subculture of fans that adore a rap group from Detroit called

insane Clown Posse, ICP for short.

I remember first hearing about the group when I was at school in New Zealand.

Their song Miracles even a hit down under.

If magic is all we've ever known, then it's easy to miss what really goes on. GQ magazine has called ICP the worst rappers of all time.

I see miracles all around me stop and look around it's all astounding water fire air and

dirt fucking magnets how do they work despite lines like fucking magnets how do they

how do they work, or maybe because of lines like that,

the rappers have been around for over three decades.

According to the band, their music empire brings in around $10 million a year.

That's largely thanks to their incredibly loyal fan base of so-called Juggalos,

who often wear black and white face paint like their heroes.

But back in 2011, Juggalos's got so big and so loyal, the FBI decided

to classify them as a gang. In return, the insane clown posse sued the FBI. I wanted to know how in America one minute you can be a

fan and the next minute you're in a gang. So grab your clown makeup and get ready to ask

how do magnets work?

Because this is the Juggalo's episode.

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