🎨 Artcow Iconoclast / Jonathan Mack Sweet - The Chris-Chan of Arkansas

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Web 2.0? For a guy who boasts that he can't operate a washing machine because the controls are too complicated? For a guy who produces his comics with MS Paint? Does Web 2.0 even run on Windows 95? Get outta here with your bleeding-edge tech solutions.

On the other hand, I join you in wishing that Sweet would promote his brand on social media. The Jigaboo Junction page on Facebook would certainly attract a large, vocal, and opinionated audience. And #BrokeBlackMountain would gain some traction on Twitter. He could even start a YouTube channel -- The Lovable Rascal? -- and explain to the world how black people can attack and kill white people "in seconds" before "melting back into the darkness."
In the current political climate, he'd probably attract a sizeable following of NEET racists.
 
New Blechblog out. I'll present it without real comment, other than to note it contains all of his typical autistic phrases: barely-legal betties, it's just how things were done, spanking on the phone, progressives, New Gilded Age, etc. He managed not to include belching, farting, or excrement, but it's still a return to rare old form.

"A few raw b-'n'-w sketches of Buddy from "Heart and Will" which were heavily influenced by Ren & Stimpy. That first panel, specifically, I recall was inspired by that really trippy scene from "Stimpy's Fan Club". "It's happening again! My brain! My hot... stinging... braaaaaaaaaain!"

I'm a big fan of John Kricfalusi. Just look through the comic; you'll likely notice his influence in a number of the poses and expressions I use. I do a pretty decent imitation of Ren, and can rattle off Wilbur Cobb's big speech from "Stimpy's Cartoon Show" virtually from memory, with full curmudgeonly flair. For years I've defended his body of work against those who find it stupid, bizarre, off-putting, or just plain gross. When it comes to the allegations against Kricfalusi, I really don't think what he did was so bad. All these claims that he was "grooming" some barely-legal Bettys; all the weird stories that came out and the salacious slant placed on the media coverage... Look, it was the nineties. It was a different world; it was a different time. That's just how things were done. By and large, no one rocked the boat. If you did, you were mocked and pilloried and called a repressive, anal-retentive little prude. Just ask Ken Starr. So the K-Man liked to spank off on the phone and talk dirty with some young thing. Again: it was the nineties. It happened. A lot of people did it. Deny it up and down all you like, you progressive #M.T.- headed morons, but that was a real thing then. You can't take it away from us. Don't cry now about "oh, if we only knew then what we knew now" and that "my childhood is dead", snowflakes. People knew what was going on, and they just didn't care. Hell, most of them, I bet, were in on it themselves, right up to their grubby little elbows.

I mean, let's face it, the high-school and college kids who watched Porky's and Animal House and all wanted to be John frigging Belushi had grown up and were the ones in power. They wanted to make their vision a reality, and since they were now in charge, hey, now! Enter The New Gilded Age. It was a more sexually-charged era, a wilder time, a fun time, by large a much better time. But, y'know, those swell times couldn't last forever, could they? At some point these thirtysomething fratboys got older, started slouching towards middle-age, then late middle-age. They had kids and then complained about how they were doing the same wild crap they were doing when they were that age. Not as much fun on the other side of the glass, is it, Charlie? You sowed your oats, and you now find yourselves beginning to reap that sour seed, eh? So They watched their kids grow up and have kids of their own. Now the kids of the '60s and '70's were intheir 60s and 70's , all their oats long gone, and their bag hanging empty. Thus, the impetus of #MeToo.

One of his accusers says she was so soured after her apprenticeship with Kricfalusi she gave up her dream of working in cartoons and hasn't drawn a doodle since. Little dramatic, dont'cha think? Maybe she just wasn't any good at art, couldn't hack it in the world of big-time animation, and is trying to defer the blame for her failure on someone else. If she'd done well for herself in the industry, I think she'd be singing a different tune. Success covers a multitude of sins, I find.

Speaking of deferring responsibility, the only think I'm going to fault John K. for is trying to palm the whole thing off on some undiagnosed mental illness. Celebrities, hell. Roseanne pleadedthe Patrick Kennedy defense for her dumbass Twitter remarks. Kathy Griffin claimed "old white men" were her problem. Cripes. John, buddy, look: I don't care if you did what you did because of magic phantom schizophrenia or because your crazy overbearing he-man dad really messed you up as a kid. But own it. Don't listen to your detractors, do what'cha do, and shine on, ya crazy diamond... and who knows? In the end, I think they'll come to respect you for it. Maybe you'll even stand a chance of working on a cartoon series again in your lifetime."
 
I can assure younger Kiwis that the nineties were nothing like Sweet describes. I'm like two months older than him so I was there too. Sexual harassment was a hot topic ever since Anita Hill's testimony during Clarence Thomas' confirmation hearing for SCOTUS in 1991. Nickelodeon was heavily criticized for the adult themes in its cartoons at that time, particularly the homosexual innuendo in Ren and Stimpy. People cared.
 
It's hard to think of anything less interesting than Sweet's stale opinions on Roseanne and John Krijfkfjscxclllusci.

C'mon sweetums, know your audience. It's us. We are literally the only human beings on all of planet earth who give a shit about what you write. You can see the "views" on your comic uploads, so you know they're not getting read-- barely ever, barely at all. You badly need to step it up.
 
Nice to see that Jonny is still making up a pigshit fantasy in his head... while rationalizing and placing himself in the shoes of a pedophile too. How absolutely lovely.
 
It's extremely telling that Sweetmeats finds it easier to empathize with an obnoxious, unlikeable sex offender than a young woman who suffered abuse and humiliation at the hands of someone she admired. The thought never even enters his mind that the woman in question might be telling the truth, might have actually been so deeply affected by what happened to her that it put her off art forever - nope, she clearly just sucks at drawing and is looking for someone else to blame.

Although now you mention it, that does sound awfully familiar. Jonny can't empathize with the lady, but he sure as hell can project his own failings onto her.

It's also real cute how Sweet Tart thinks nobody reading his garbage remembers the '90s, so he can describe them however he wants and we wide-eyed youngsters will just have to accept it as fact.
 
It's extremely telling that Sweetmeats finds it easier to empathize with an obnoxious, unlikeable sex offender than a young woman who suffered abuse and humiliation at the hands of someone she admired. The thought never even enters his mind that the woman in question might be telling the truth, might have actually been so deeply affected by what happened to her that it put her off art forever - nope, she clearly just sucks at drawing and is looking for someone else to blame.

Although now you mention it, that does sound awfully familiar. Jonny can't empathize with the lady, but he sure as hell can project his own failings onto her.

It's also real cute how Sweet Tart thinks nobody reading his garbage remembers the '90s, so he can describe them however he wants and we wide-eyed youngsters will just have to accept it as fact.
He's singled me out before for his tantrums, but I think he forgot that I'm his age so I can call him on his bullshit. Now, while my experience in the 90s was different that his (I grew up in a medium-sized city in an affluent part of town), I can assure you that outside his recollections of his experiences, he's wrong about most everything. My college experience was vastly different that his as well, as I went to a major university and didn't make a spectacle of myself. Oddly, one thing we do have in common is that my dorm has also since been torn down. Apparently, the mold growing in the ducts had achieved sentience and demanded a seat on the Board of Regents.
 
I'm pretty sure Sweetums is actually insanely jealous of John K. because he got to diddle teenage girls.
 
I'm pretty sure Sweetums is actually insanely jealous of John K. because he got to diddle teenage girls.
Considering the disgusting things he's written about underage girls, I believe you are correct.
 
I didn't think Sweetums could get any more repugnant but here we are.

I remember this one TV show from the late 90s called Action! which I was too young to be watching but it's been pointed out that it had a parody of the Weinsteins and lampoons how Hollywood is filled with terrible people doing terrible things. It's almost as if sexual abuse was also unacceptable back then.
 
I didn't think Sweetums could get any more repugnant but here we are.

I remember this one TV show from the late 90s called Action! which I was too young to be watching but it's been pointed out that it had a parody of the Weinsteins and lampoons how Hollywood is filled with terrible people doing terrible things. It's almost as if sexual abuse was also unacceptable back then.
It was a huge deal back then. I entered college in the fall of 1994. The first week, we had a mandatory assembly on rape, consent, harassment and all the other ills of that arena. We had a frat shut down my freshman year because it was essentially a rape den. But remember, if Sweet didn't experience it personally, it didn't happen.
 
And of course, if he did experience it personally, so did everyone else. In his mind, anyway. Thus his insistence that his bizarre and hilariously wrong interpretations of college life were right. What, none of you guys got calls on the spank-fone in your dorm?
 
And of course, if he did experience it personally, so did everyone else. In his mind, anyway. Thus his insistence that his bizarre and hilariously wrong interpretations of college life were right. What, none of you guys got calls on the spank-fone in your dorm?
Don't forget his insistence that TV ratings and the switch to digital has ruined lives.
 
TV ratings and the Digital Transition did ruin the most important life of all, his own. Or rather he let it ruin his life.
 
He's just too stupid to figure out how digital TV works and it's been close to 10 years since the switchover.
 
He's just too stupid to figure out how digital TV works and it's been close to 10 years since the switchover.

Hell, the first automatic washing machine was introduced in 1937, and The Giant Brain has gleefully proclaimed that he's too stupid to operate such Buck Rogers technology. And then there's the fearsome horseless carriage that is undrivable because it is always surrounded by a pack of rabid dogs.
 
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