Since the Ice Cream Man No Essay Rule was implemented I haven't had a lot of cause to talk about this turd, but here's something I can jam into a paragraph real fast: there are two separate planes of existence at work here. They are Reality and Sweetie's Reality. In Sweetie's Reality, all he needs to do is find the right combination of words or phrases to somehow convince everyone that he was horribly maligned and deserves compensation for all the opportunities he was denied. Once this occurs, he'll make good on past commitments and prove to all the haters and everyone who ever doubted him that he's the capital m Man and that we should all be privileged to know him. He'll be the talk of the town! You'll see!
In Reality, where we all live, even if he had a case no one would care because its a right to work state and no one cares about a newspaper at a University. There's just no chance that past glories mean anything in this day and age, even in the best of circumstances it's never about what you've done, it's about what you can do and what you've done for me, you, us, lately.
edit: fuck it it's essay time