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

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Well he also got his right to manage his money taken away, got in a fight with his brother and ended up in the hoosegow for a while, and was going to move into an apartment at a doll shop his mother and another woman were going to start but that fell through (of course causing Sweet to be even more embittered).

I knew he'd been arrested, but was he actually sentenced to jail? And has he said why he doesn't have control over his own money, or has the story changed like so many of the others?
 
And has he said why he doesn't have control over his own money
According to the latest known telling of the story (as I recall - it's been awhile), Sweet's brother gained access to Sweet's bank account (checking), and drained it. After that, Sweet's mom apparently had to step in and take over his finances.
 
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I was bored so I looked up his brother on Facebook. Seems to be consisten.
Some things I noted were:
1) He "liked" Dale's Small Engine Repair Shop but the address for that place is listed as Oregon.
2) He recently left rehab and vowed to change for the better.
3) He has a daughter.
4) He's 30 years old. (Oh God, tell me I'm not going to look like that in 3 years).

I'm rather curious just how much of a threat Jon's brother to him really is.
 
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With Johnny boy, I usually dump out all but the scenario elements due to his tendency to pile lies on the truth like an oyster does with pearls and sand. I think his bro would've only been dangerous whenever he was desperate for a fix and didn't have money on him to get it. Even then, I'd figure that he'd just have been more likely to steal it than he would beat Jon to get at it. This is corroborated by him taking his welfare money to do this while Jon Thumb wasn't paying attention or wasting it himself on pyramid schemes or whatever.

In fact, Sweet always came off as the agressive bro ironically, since in one of his retellings of how he went to super-jail, he did initiate it by trying to thwack him with a pipe or something like that. He's also allegedly tried taking swings at him prior to that too.
 
You have to filter every event and every person through the lens of autistic paranoia.
His brother probably stole a check, but Sweets probably isn't allowed to control his finances because of his mental disabilities. I'm also more willing to believe Sweets attacked his brother and his brother tried to defend himself from the manchild.
 
You have to filter every event and every person through the lens of autistic paranoia.
His brother probably stole a check, but Sweets probably isn't allowed to control his finances because of his mental disabilities. I'm also more willing to believe Sweets attacked his brother and his brother tried to defend himself from the manchild.

And if we combine what Sweets has said with what Dr. Merkwurdichliebe has learned from the photographer, we get a pattern there, too. He meets a photographer who uses a flash, he curses them repeatedly until he gets kicked out of the office for a week. He meets a girl over the phone, and he whines about pity sex until she leaves. These are both, as I understand it, first-time encounters. His brother, being assholes-to-elbows with Jon every day, would have probably been a constant target for Sweets aggressive tendencies. It might even be what drove his brother to drugs in the first place, and explain why John has no sympathy for him over it. Of course, if his brother was the larger or more dexterous of the two, that would lead to a situation of Jon constantly antagonizing his brother, then getting his ass kicked. The relationship of "bratty little brother that I hate" is a common one, and with Jon Sweet it was probably more along the lines of "bratty little brother that I have to restrain myself daily from drowning".

Jon's an adult now. He was probably tremendously more immature as a child based on how biology works, but, that's a difficult thing to imagine. We don't really know that the Herald staff were the first people he threatened, either. He clearly had it in mind to go to this Ashleighs house and confront her and her father as well. He could have been threatening people for years, but no one did anything about it because there was no chance of Sweet carrying through with the threat, and I believe for a threat to be legally considered a threat there needs to be some actual ability for the person making it to carry it out.
 
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The third brother seems to have it way more together, based on his social media. Has a steady job doing something very worthwhile, has a young adult daughter that he connects with over social media even though she doesn't live nearby, seems to have lots of friends.

I can't imagine having Mr. Sweet as an uncle.
 
The third brother seems to have it way more together, based on his social media. Has a steady job doing something very worthwhile, has a young adult daughter that he connects with over social media even though she doesn't live nearby, seems to have lots of friends.

I can't imagine having Mr. Sweet as an uncle.
I didn't know Sweet had two brothers. I've never read anything by Sweet that mentions him. You'd think he rail against the successful member of the family as part of the conspiracy keeping him down.

@MrsFrizzle does he have any other siblings that you know about?
 
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I didn't know Sweet had two brothers. I've never read anything by Sweet that mentions him. You'd think he rail against the successful member of the family as part of the conspiracy keeping him down.

@MrsFrizzle does he have any other siblings that you know about?
I believe he also has a sister too, but I'm on my phone and thus I can't verify it.
 
I think it's probably something like this:

Sweet grew up somewhere with no liberal influence at all. None. His concepts for liberalism were all mostly shaded in racially-charged hues, because that's how local politics work on the outskirts of 62% black Memphis (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memphis,_Tennessee#Demographics).

He would have seen a lot of cynical shit. A lot of pandering and a lot of hypocrisy on both sides of the racial divide, and thats at the State level so you can imagine how grimy the street-level hood rats (of any race) would be. Still, this was far off stuff, not actually local, in the same way that when you live in a rural area you get the local news from the nearest big town. So he didn't actually see most of these inner-city welfare queens he was so angry about, but he'd frequently hear all kinds of sensationalized crap about them second hand.

Then, ofc, all of his news and conversations would have been conservatively biased, so he would have seen the worst in everything local democrats did. This would have culminated in Bill Clinton ascending to the Presidency from Governor of Arkansas, which probably confirmed all of his worst fears about everything. I mean, here's a guy whose only basis for reference is "white people politically appeasing the blacks". He would have felt that about Little Rock just as much as Memphis (here's Tennessee's governor at the time, I'll save you the click; it's a white guy http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Sundquist). It doesn't matter if it's factually true or not, this stuff was fed to Sweet through FOX News-style AM radio programs and the Limbaugh show and so on. His truths were formed for him.

So, here's a guy who knows jack shit about politics other than that, as a white guy in the modern South, he is totally a victim of racial... something or other, he's not even exactly sure he just knows that people smarter than him have told him those "lazy, good for nothing blacks" owe him something. Of course, if you asked him why he hates the blacks he'd eventually say something similar to "They think everyone owes them something", but awareness of that sort of hypocrisy obviously never enters his head or we wouldn't be discussing him here.

So this guy goes to college, and boy, are those professors stupid. They think joking about "those dirty blacks" is un-PC. The 90's were all about throwing PC out the window, so John Sweet decided he was going to enlighten the campus with his oh-so clever and super-subtle racism. I mean, before that all the racism he'd heard were literal "She-boon" type jokes so, just making snide comments about Moeisha was sure to slide under the radar, and if it didn't, well, it was college, he'd just impress them all by proving that he was the most open minded person there because he was the only one who was being "honest about race". I mean, it's no different to the sort of honest reality a comedian would be applauded for sharing. Everyone else was just trying to cover up the clear facts about blacks being vaguely, and obviously, inferior.

And so he goes to the only semi-liberal place in the entire fucking North-East of the state, and he posts the most stupidly inflammatory ass-showing shit he can until they shitcan him, and since this is the only place he's ever been that didn't approve of his coon humor, they're clearly these citified liberals he's been hearing so much about, these self-hating white people that need to learn the right people to hate. They hate their own whiteness so much, that they hate John Sweet's whiteness too. It's the only way he can explain it to himself. The concept of moderates, of people who just don't want to stir the pot, doesn't even occur to him because he's always hated blacks on some level, and that hatred was, silently or otherwise, always approved by those around him.

Until ASU.

He finally reached a place that pushed back, and it pushed back hard.

Every small bureaucracy can be a nightmare if you're on the wrong side of it. You don't want to piss off the local sheriffs office or the mayor. You don't want to get on the radar as a pest to someone who has actual power and can idly make your life miserable. Once Sweet got his nuts caught in that college administrations vice-grip, he was well and truly stuck. For once he'd made an actual enemy, the sort that you can't get around without some kind of real world political pull, which he and his goofy-ass mannerisms had no concept of. He had fucked with authority and the authority had challenged not just him, but his entire worldview. Sweet learned, crushingly, that somehow, against all odds, the one glorious place he'd ever found in his entire life had rejected him wholesale. Spat him out and ordered him never to return. The kicker? Jonesboro, AR is over 70% white (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonesboro,_Arkansas). He probably thought he was at least half preaching to the choir, and instead the choir kicked him off the pulpit.

So, he goes home, and there's no computer. Who has the computer? The state. Who ran the state? Bill Clinton and friends. Bill fucking Clinton just fucking took away Sweets access to a CD-Burner. And Bill Clinton ran the country. It was all connected. Rush was right. It all made sense. He'd finally brushed up against the evil liberal media machine he'd heard so much about.

And that's when Mr. Sweet started plotting revenge and turned into the comic book drawing comic book villain we know today.

That's my theory, anyway.

Looks like he was trolled by Slick Willy.
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While wearing purple pants and the cap (from his late father) studded with novelty pins and buttons, IIRC.
And if his face looked anything like it does in his yearbook photo...

We don't know if he's sought any form of therapy, do we? So I don't think we can postulate on whether or not he's been resistant to treatment.

What do you mean by "resistant to treatment?"
 
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What do you mean by "resistant to treatment?"


There are mental conditions that are considered treatable by conventional means (meds and private or group therapy, usually), and there are those that often aren't. Most personality disorders, for example, are long term things that you can't usually "cure" (easily, maybe at all). Often all that historically would be done for those people is to try to not trigger their issues, or make them more aware of them so that they can fight them internally when they have attacks. So, long term therapy and hope for the best (http://www.psychguides.com/guides/how-to-help-someone-with-personality-disorders/ to source what I'm saying). A person with a personality disorder who doesn't actively seek and participate in therapy will probably never just randomly one day change and become functional. These days they have some fancier targeted forms of therapy for people with personality disorders but I don't know that where Sweet lives would have such specialists, I don't know that he could afford them, nor do I think he would seek them out or continue going to such therapy if he found it.

If we knew that he had or hadn't sought treatment already, it might give some clues as to his diagnosis.
 
More whining from Belch.

...I'll ask again - So what if "Ashleigh" wasn't real? You got your, as you put it, free "spank sessions" out of her over the phone. What's the big deal if she wasn't what you mistook her to be?
You really don't get it, do you? I wanted more. But in The System, wanting more is wrong. Ambition is bad. Showing initiative is discouraged. Whether on the job or in a relationship, to try to grab more than they see fit to give you is a cardinal sin, and punished harshly. After leaving school I spent years trying to get back together with Ashleigh. I even agreed to work in that small engine repair shop for barely any pay because I believed it would show her father I was worthy to be with her.

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I fell for a lie, and ended up losing everything, winding up weak, sick, broken, and slowly watching my freedom die in my hands.. For that she has to pay.
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You idiots think I actually physically break out in hives if I actually have to lean new information. No, what I am afraid of is being lied to, which, in The System, I was perpetually. For example: The Herald editors told me pencil lines won't show up on a scanner. I took my sketches home and traced over them in ink, but by then it was too late--I was becoming far better known for my columns, so my cartoons went ignored. This set my career as an artist back a good eight years until I acquired my own scanner and realized they were lying to me. Why? Maybe your new pal Dr. Merkwurdichliebe can ask them for me, hm? Have him ask, while you're at it, why, if I was such a disruptive, undisciplined nuisance, why did they keep promoting me? They could have asked me to step down at any time... but instead they allowed me to heedlessly continue what I was doing, watching as I was constantly lavished with gifts by my fans and my ego continued to grow out of control. Was this their plan, so my fall from grace would hurt more? Or did they know my success would anger my fellow staffers and drive them into frustrated, jealous kill rages so they would attack me at the first opportunity? Oh, and be sure to ask them about what they did to my former mentor for helping advance my career and my ambitions. Yeah, you know, how they passed him over for a promotion, tore apart his life, and cost me a valuable friend. See what they have to say about that.

By the way, "The Second Mrs. Pecker" was based on an actual historical account I read some years ago about a high-ranking military officer supposedly poisoned with white arsenic gradually mixed in with his beer. In the original draft it was arsenic, but an editor told me the drug with the taste of burnt almonds is cyanide. I'm not the only one to make that error; no less than Spider-Man and Stephen King have confused the two. So, basically, it wasn't my fault-- blame executive meddling.

Iconoclast. Initiative. :lol:
 
Wait, he spent years trying to "get back together" with Ashleigh? Didn't he only meet her once in person, very briefly? Maybe he's leaving out pertinent details, but one possible interpretation of that is that he stalked her after he got kicked out. He's never mentioned being slapped with a restraining order, which I'm sure we'd have heard about several times if it had happened. So maybe she just ignored him or he got warned off by someone who intimidated him (like her father).
 
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More whining from Belch:

By the way, "The Second Mrs. Pecker" was based on an actual historical account I read some years ago about a high-ranking military officer supposedly poisoned with white arsenic gradually mixed in with his beer. In the original draft it was arsenic, but an editor told me the drug with the taste of burnt almonds is cyanide. I'm not the only one to make that error; no less than Spider-Man and Stephen King have confused the two. So, basically, it wasn't my fault-- blame executive meddling.

The idea that Mr. Sweet actually has "an editor" and would actually listen to such a person, even if he or she existed, is highly risible. (Read "The Second Mrs. Pecker." If it was edited, the person who claims to have done so should be put to death for gross incompetence.) Citing a comic book character and Stephen King as if they are scientific authorities who have made the same mistake is an unusual tactic. Claiming that "it wasn't my fault," on the other hand, is par for the course.

Actually, Mr. Sweet, according to your own doubtless false version of events, it is your fault. You -- not the "editor" -- created the original error by attributing the smell of bitter almonds to arsenic. (You actually admit that this blunder was made by you. You're slipping.) And when, according to your account, the blunder was pointed out to you, your lazy attempt to fix it made the error worse by an order of magnitude. You can't slow poison someone with cyanide. It doesn't accumulate in the hair. And it can't be detected with a mass absorption spectrometer. Did Professor Spiderman make all of those mistakes, too?
 
The idea that Mr. Sweet actually has "an editor" and would actually listen to such a person, even if he or she existed, is highly risible. (Read "The Second Mrs. Pecker." If it was edited, the person who claims to have done so should be put to death for gross incompetence.) Citing a comic book character and Stephen King as if they are scientific authorities who have made the same mistake is an unusual tactic. Claiming that "it wasn't my fault," on the other hand, is par for the course.

Actually, Mr. Sweet, according to your own doubtless false version of events, it is your fault. You -- not the "editor" -- created the original error by attributing the smell of bitter almonds to arsenic. (You actually admit that this blunder was made by you. You're slipping.) And when, according to your account, the blunder was pointed out to you, your lazy attempt to fix it made the error worse by an order of magnitude. You can't slow poison someone with cyanide. It doesn't accumulate in the hair. And it can't be detected with a mass absorption spectrometer. Did Professor Spiderman make all of those mistakes, too?
Does this mean the whole Baker murdered by poison thing (provided by the wiki link) can be excused as bullshit?

I assume so because there's hardly any citations on that page.
 
The idea that Mr. Sweet actually has "an editor" and would actually listen to such a person, even if he or she existed, is highly risible.
Yeah, right, an editor without an editing process. It's the editor's job to flog the author to keep revising the story until both can agree it's perfect. If Sweet somehow slipped from that duty and somehow convinced the editor the recommendations have been applied (despite the changes being terrible and only introducing more problems), it's his fault.
 
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