Because you aren’t funny!
I don’t know; it’s a good point, it’s a very very good point, but the column’s terribly earnest, and anyway the Joker’s beef has to be sympathetic or else the discourse doesn’t work, you know? Do you really want to give them that card? —And besides, what we’re talking about here are useful idiots who’ve been ginned up to protest the fact that their health insurance companies will be forced to abide by the terms of their policies. The same useful idiots who earlier this year marched against their own taxes being cut. We aren’t talking Heath Ledger. We aren’t talking Jack Nicholson. We aren’t talking Cesar Romero and we’re certainly not talking Marshall Rogers. We’re talking Gathering of the Juggalos.
Still: turnabout, fair play, and my his eyes look creepy when you brush away the fake remorse:
Hey, man, you owe Juggalos an apology. What’d they ever do to deserve analogy to birthers, teabaggers and Beck-Palinists? They just wanna party. Is that so wraawwwwnngg?
Yeah, upon reflection I’d have to say the Juggalos know exactly what it is they’re after and where to find it and how to go get it. No false consciousness there. So on that score, yeah. My bad.
—“In the Land of the Juggalos”