Charlie Sheen Hosts The 2011 Gathering Of The Juggalos; No Poop Thrown

Here's a question that through the years, I would bet has been asked many times, many ways, under many varying circumstances: how on Earth did Charlie Sheen walk away from this unscathed?!

Last night, the ex-"Two and a Half Men" star currently suing over his firing, counter-culture icon of the minute and just all-around swell looney tune hosted the 2011 Gathering of the Juggalos . . . . to a resounding hero's welcome.

Those stuffing their eyes back into their orbital sockets don't need explanation as to the emphasis on that last clause. But for those who aren't intimately familiar with the catalyst to the decline of minimum-wage, mouth-breathing Western civilization called the Insane Clown Posse, here's a quick and dirty primer.

The ICP are two Detroit rappers who are just barely more talented than Limp Bizkit's Fred Durst. And yet, since 1989, they've been peddling unlistenable horrorcore music to their rabidly loyal Juggalos, a fanbase collectively only slightly more intelligent than a labradoodle with a learning disability.

They've got such a cult following, that they've also been able to successfully produce multiple movies too horrible for even my wit to do justice (I've actually watched "Big Money Hustlas," out of the kind of curiosity that would make that aforementioned labradoodle sniff a bear trap - NEVER AGAIN); a surprisingly successful independent wrestling company called Juggalo Championship Wrestling, where the ICP have been multiple-time tag team champions; and scads of merchandise bearing their Psychopathic Records label's hatchet-man logo, which has become kind of like the "I'm Stupid, Don't Ask" sign that Bill Engvall once joked about.

Every year, their fans congregate in one place to experience the power of lowering a geographic area's aggregate IQ with their presence - oh, and of course, enjoy a massive concert featuring ICP and other Psychopathic artists. Last year, the biggest gathering of tools this side of Ace Hardware featured appearances by then-Whore-Of-The-Minute Tila Tequila and Wu Tang Clan monk Method Man.

Neither were exactly as beloved as MaSheen.

At the 2010 gathering, Tequila performed that thing that pretty much only she and MySpace circa 2006 agreed can be called music, and was pelted with rocks, bottles and in a moment that sums up just about every Juggalo ever, feces.

More amazing? After the crowd badgered her to let the twins say "Howdy" and she obliged, the deluge only got worse. When Method Man took the stage, he didn't fare much better. He was also harrassed and deluged with garbage, and had no problems afterward with telling ICP and festival organizers to go f*** themselves.

Sheen, on the other hand?

Watch the video. He's greeted with a repeated chant of "Winning! Winning!" and then gets the crowd hanging on his words to the point that if he'd asked them to bathe and read a book, I could've bought stock in Old Spice and Barnes & Noble and retired.