Whatcha' Talkin' 'Bout?

Rotic Report: Whatcha' Talkin' 'Bout?

“Everything happens for a reason.” I love that phrase. I use it often, I feel it encompasses many different things that has happened in my life. Take today for instance, as I awoke I had no clue what I would write about, Whatcha' Talkin' 'Bout was just a title, a lingering question in the back of my mind, biting and nagging at a concept, in which I had no idea how to fulfill. And as if the universe knew I had needed a subject, I awoke to roll my coffee cup down the stairs. It's hard metal clang ringing down the carpeted stairs. Use my bathroom, and have Red Rotic lay today's subject right in my lap. It's what you're talking 'bout. Death. Specifically, crushing death from a stampede-like situation at the Houston Music Festival. Painful hysteria leading into tragedy. The parallels to be drawn in today's political climate being astounding, nevertheless frightening, and may only be the beginning. But let's get on with what has happened at the Huston Music Festival.

On Friday, November 5th, 2021, during a set featuring Travis Scott, an unruly crowd began squeezing against barricades and security team members, causing a panic in the crowd. From this panic the situation worsened, causing in upwards of three hundred injuries and multiple deaths, at this point on Saturday the count is Eight Souls, eight souls have been crushed or pummeled, and the saddest part is a child has perished among these dead. As a parent I can't stress the woe that is expected from this, and offer my sincere regrets and condolences to all these people that have perished, and to their families also. A concert is usually a joyous event, where you're free to engage in a musician's artistic expression. This event being anything but that is a true loss to us all.

One would seem to have no choice to liken this event to those in the past that have been tragic, like shootings at concerts, or other crushing deaths, but that is not where I will take this. I will take this elsewhere, into something that this event is NOT. Events like these, where death and destruction seems to happen on a yearly basis does NOT define the Annual Gathering of the Juggalos. For Twenty-One years, excluding the year of the 2020 Pandemic, there was one festival that had upwards of Twenty-Thousand people in attendance, and ONE death associated with the events. In 2013, a young man, Cory Collins, 24, had passed away from a drug overdose, in a tent occupied by multiple people. This event was the only true tragedy to involve “The Worst Band In The History Of The World, Ever.” , and their fans. Let's keep in mind this is a fan-base that is exclusively regarded by the FBI as a “Hybrid-Gang”, which prompted an A.C.L.U response. A savage street-gang, one promoting violence in the music, one that two members cut people with fucking battle axes in ONE rare instance, causing less death, than a two day concert featuring Travis Scott.

Well Juggalos, it seems we need to roll up with hatchets running, to some Travis Scott concerts now, and prove the real gang is in charge. Sure, we don't have as many bodies associated with our concerts than he does, but damn it, how are we going to let these woke pansies crush our body counts, we're a hybrid gang, feared by practically fucking nobody, we better start acting like it.

This is Eugene Rotic, with something exotic today, as always telling you to pay attention to your surroundings, and now especially to the Jugglos, since the Travis Scott Ghetto Stomps are a thing. Stay tuned for our upcoming podcast about the cases involved in the United States of Insanity Documentary, and perspectives from those that watched it.