Music Video Hell #9: Violent JJ
Now that MTV has about as much to do with music as KFC has to do with Kentucky, the Internet has become our primary source for music videos. With the Internet, though, there is no filter. It’s hard to separate the wheat from the chaff. Well here, ninjas and Juggalos, is the chaff. It’s your penance for a lifetime of sins: Music Video Hell.
Being a parent is easy. Lots of people do it. All it takes is forgetting to wear a jimmy hat. Being a good parent is just about the most difficult thing in the world. Most people don’t get it right. That’s why strippers, reality television, and Juggalos exist. What happens when one of the original members of the Insane Clown Posse has a kid? It makes me feel like the best father in the world. I’m not a perfect parent. Far from it. But when I watch Violent J’s progeny slapping wrestlers around and posing with guys in evil clown makeup in the video for “Bad Bad Man,” I feel like I’ve mostly made pretty good parental decisions.
Violent JJ was five years old when this video was made (which was not too long ago). Five years old. Think about that while you watch this atrocity. If you’re a parent, that should really piss you off. If you’re not a parent, it’s probably just silly and ridiculous. Either way, there’s really no way this kid is going to grow up to be normal. More likely than not, he’ll end up appearing on A&E in a show called Growing Up Juggalo, in which he yells at his now aged father (who is still in full psycho clown regalia) to turn down the stereo while he tries to study how the fuck magnets work for his remedial science class. Then he’ll flip out and rob a convenience store for money to finance his meth habit.
Showbiz parents are really the worst. They give their kids awful names like “Apple” and “Moxie CrimeFighter” and drive them into careers that are at best only a shadow of what their parents accomplished. When what their parents (or at least one of them) accomplished is to dress up like extras from Killer Klowns from Outer Space and rap about drinking Faygo and killing people, there are bound to be years of therapy and self-medication ahead. That’s why I mostly just feel bad for Violent JJ. His showbiz name is barely even distinguishable from his father’s. Maybe my dire predictions for him will prove wrong and when he reaches his adolescent rebellion phase he’ll study physics and listen to classical music in retaliation for years of being dragged along to the Gathering of the Juggalos. Watching this video, though, I’m not filled with an overwhelming sense of optimism.
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Jeremy Clymer lives in Michigan with his wife and kid. He shoots his writings out into the ethers of the Internet in the hopes that someone will pick up on his transmissions and shower him with money and/or praise.





I have no idea what to say about that.