The Nappy Cat Chronicles

I was tidying up my miscellaneous website files yesterday and discovered that I had saved the myspace page of Jacob Robida, the psychotic Juggalo and murderer whom I referenced in this post. To read through the comments is to witness an exercise in rationalization and friendship:

In addition to Robida’s profile, I also managed to save James Dungy’s myspace profile. James, the son of Colts coach Tony Dungy, committed suicide in December 2005. Apparently, soon after James’ suicide, the sports site Deadspin posted a link to a copy of his profile and controversy ensued. The media, however, made frequent references to the emotional darkness of the profile without providing any visual context. So, if you weren’t able to catch it, here it is:

Reflexive morbidity aside, I post these as a warning. The way in which one “cries for help” changes with technology. Robida and Dungy’s display of violence worship were not obvious cries for help relative to, for instance, a purposely unsuccessful suicide attempt. But, if your family member or friend advertises their love for and fascination with guns, drugs, killing, dying, and/or Hitler, something is awfully wrong. And these profiles testify to this fact.