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Couple problems with this.
1. Jon acknowledges that the staff at the Herald won't talk to him. Torpedo.
2. It is unlikely that the Herald would slip up and threaten him openly, as all evidence indicates that the Herald wants nothing to do with him (such as point number 1).
(Emphasis added)3. Using the exact same tactical brilliance he displayed when he openly admitted he was going to troll this thread, Jon blatantly announces that he intends to trick someone into acknowledging something that doesn't exist in order to win a court case. Winning a case on evidence you know doesn't exist is dumb enough, but no - he had to go further and tell his plan to the internet.
You know what, folks? I'm a big enough guy to admit when I'm wrong, particularly when it comes to interpreting the words of a delusional scat fetishist .
I'd like to post a correction.
Waaaay back in February 2 of this year, I had quoted the following from Fekul the Baby:
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Trying to get a handle on this insanity, I posted the following commentary:
I stand behind this, no problem. But then we get to point number three, which I think may not have been a correct interpretation of what Jon was saying:
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Now, to be sure, the bit about Jon once again blowing his plan wide open for the world to see is rock-solid. It's the bit about "acknowledging something that doesn't exist" that's the issue.
When I first read Sweet's entry (it was a hate-filled response to someone), there were two aspects that caught my eye:
"I can't work in a newsroom, get a reporter to talk to me, or even buy ad space. It's called the journalism blacklist. I might be able to get (The Herald) on new charges if ... I can get my hands on concrete evidence--an e-mail, an internal memo, a phone log--documenting The Herald's efforts to derail my success in life. In other words, if I can fool someone into acknowledging the existence of the blacklist, I can use their confession as a peg to hang the faculty advisor on."
What I had initially thought was that Sweet didn't believe in the blacklist, and intended to win his court case by tricking an enemy into believing, then admitting, it's existence. But I was wrong about that. I was wrong, and I admit it, because, sadly, I seemed to have given him too much credit.
What tripped me up was the concept of "fooling" someone in order to win a court case. You know, trickery and deception over evidence. That would have been crazy enough, but par for the course for Jon "No Idea How the World Works" Sweet. We saw such incompetence with his photoshopped CP plan: Jon uses his highly overrated technical and people-reading skills to bring down a lesser enemy. The truth, however, is far dumber: Jon honestly believed in this so-called journalism blacklist, and thought he could manipulate someone into revealing it.
The stupidity leaks from this concept from at least two major holes. First, any list circulated between major publications letting them know that Jon was a poor candidate for employment would not be illegal, nor would it have much of a chance in a civil case. Heck, if Jon could sue over that, he'd have to sue himself for presenting an extremely light CV, his criminal record, and very few published pieces. More boneheaded, however, is Jon's insistence that such a blacklist exists. See, in his own post, he makes it clear that he has absolutely no evidence that the blacklist is real. However, if he's sent the actual for real 100 per cent jin-u-whyne Saturday Night Life TV ratings sketch itself - well, hey, he hasn't watched it, so it doesn't exist. The lack of basic logic is stunning.
And so you have it. I made the error. I misconstrued his words. And yet, for it all, Jon comes out even more wrong in the end.
(Source, backup)Jonathan M. Sweet said:I think the problem is, some folks (and you know who you are) see happiness as being selfish. They actually embrace their misery. Have you ever talked to someone who turns thinks into a bizarre game of ones-upsmanship? If you've got a splinter in your thumb, they've got gangrene in nine fingers, plus a hemorrhoid, and six of their seven kids have got the ebola virus. And if you ask them, "Well, what are you doing about it?", they look at you like you're a monster for even suggesting such a thing. They feel not only is their pain and suffering noble, but everybody should share equally in their misery.
Now I may not be as happy as I'd like to be now (to be honest, I think 1996 was my last real good year--), but that doesn't mean I can't work to have what I want. I know it won't be easy. It might take a month, three months, a year, or 18 months of effort before my efforts substantively pay off, but eventually I will prove myself worthy to know joy.
(Source, backup)Jonathan M. Sweet said:The birds around here are crazy anyway. They've built a nest directly over the porch light, and when I step out in my yard, they dive-bomb me. I've nearly lost an ear to those swooping buggers. It's like a remake of The Birds here.
Thank you, Shadow Fox!
Man, this is sweet. This is Jon Thumb to a T. He comes to this thread a year (or a little less) after it's been up, throws around a bunch of insults, says some abZURD stuff about us, liberals, conservatives, blacks, women, and whatever else flies under his nail, acts as if he's the smartest guy in the room, and then runs off after he's been served the responses he richly deserved, most of which were comprised of logical, politely-worded arguments to several highly-dubious claims (especially from Holdek) - and yet he's been abused.
Oh, sure, it's not as if there weren't a couple of nasty names tossed his way (I consider "knuckle neck" a crowning achievement), but all of them were preceded by Jon's utter vitriol here on these forums, and in several of his blogs and comics from way back. The difference between those sites and here was that here, he wouldn't be able to control the responses as well. Oh, that and people were actually paying attention to him here. He can dish it out, but he sure can't take it.
Remember this nugget from way back?
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Well, now, hold on, Sweets, I thought this was fun! Now it's abuse? What's going on?
Very simple. Jon Sweet is an ass. A cowardly, ignorant, obviously mentally challenged, incompetent ass of the lowest degree. He's lazy, selfish, seemingly sociopathic, leech-like, entitled, bigoted, paranoid, and only engages in any kind of intellectual curiosity if it thinks it will gain him entrance into the pants of his fictional girlfriend, regardless of how she may feel about the situation (which she doesn't, because she's fictional). If his assery just ended at him exposing his crooked posterior at society and demanding they give him a big smooch, CWC-style, that would be one thing. But no, Sweet has engaged in both highly anti-social behavior, as well as criminal behavior, in order to get his way, only to fail pathetically, with a stint in the hoosegow being his only reward.
One of Jon's most overused defenses is his ability to make stuff up in order to justify his actions and demonize others, a trait that I rather stuffily have come to call "invents a narrative". Like I said before, this habit differs from lying. What Jon does is take fact and pervert it with false theory and perspective. "She lives with me," he once insisted about his living situation with his mother. This is essentially true, insofar as it's factual information presented subjectively. If NobleGreyHorse were to insist that Absinthe was "sitting next to me!" when I mentioned she was sitting next to him, she'd be making a subjectively true statement, but Noble is sitting next to the aisle while Absinthe is sitting next to the window can be objectively proven. Likewise, Mrs. Sweet is the head of the household, whereas Jon makes zero income, therefor, Jon lives with her, as in 'on her dime'. Generally speaking, Jon plays with perspective enough to get away with what he says, until his lips flap so much that he admits that he's on welfare, never had a paying job, etc.
Of course, Jon doesn't really admit things as much as he blatantly states them. This thread and his blogs have been inundated with his unvarnished declaration of his anti-social, disruptive behavior, which the reader is apparently supposed to ignore while buying Jon's whining completely. In the short six months of Jon's time at the ASU Herald, he repeatedly made a nuisance of himself, and not the cute and whimsical Dennis the Menace kind, either. He was just as much of dumb, hateful child there as he was here. And what happened? He was booted out, and went on to claim that the very people whom he wronged were the ones that "ruined his life".
Jon would go on to do the exact same thing here, treating others as if they were beneath him. We responded just as anyone would, and now, Jon has been subject to abuse. My friends and fellow Koalas, We Are All the ASU Herald.
The biggest problem that I can see is that when Jon invents his stories, he believes in them. This is dangerous, as he expects things to follow through as if he knows reality. There was no way that that guy at the Herald would've published Jon's shooped CP picture, but Jon bought into his own narrative that he would. He only burned the pic out of fear of being caught. This kind of inconceivable stupidity (or mental retardation, who knows) could get - and may have gotten - Sweet into a lot of trouble.
I have to honestly wonder if Jon isn't the ward of a conservatorship, maybe with his mother as his guardian (EDIT: I believe Holdek was the first to suggest something like this. Props, man!). That he doesn't control his own money is one thing, but then you have the inanity of the above quote. If we've been abusing Jon, it's abuse that he sought out, whether intentionally or not. He brought on his troubles himself, and blames them on others. We have seen that his entire adult life has been riddled with severe social problems. The guy can't go through any stretch of his life without either getting in trouble, or being stuck in some kind of situation that he can't get himself out of (getting home from a hospital, figuring out google, etc). Whether legally recognized or not, it's a given than someone other than Jon is making decisions for him in the Sweet household.
First the dogs screwing up his driving education, and then birds turn on him?Finally, animals seem to generally dislike Sweet.
(If tribbles were real, I wouldn't be surprised if they made that shrill noise at him instead of the purring noise.)
Klingons are brave honorable warriors who would have killed those thugs attacking his mother. Sweet is a spineless coward.... You think Sweets is a Klingon?
It turns out they were purple...
Dr. Belch
: I'll give you links to the Facebook accounts of all the old Herald ed board members, and you can get their side of the story.
Anon: No, stop stalking your former "employers". It serves no purpose. Just let it go. Move forward.
Dr. Belch: No. Wrong. Moving on is a ploy. I've learned that the hard way.
Holdek: You were a college kid, though. I mean, it was a student paper, right?
Dr. Belch: It wasn't just that. I tried it with the small engine repair shop, I tried it with the doll shop-- my life would start to improve at first, then as time went by things changed, and it got progressively worse. My bosses have all been horrible.
Dr. Belch: To say nothing of the valuable friends I lost over my dispute with The Herald... friends who could help my out on my book project, who could get me access to the computer equipment I need at A-State. I don't get this fancy new tech they have now.
Dr. Belch: I only understand 1998 technology, and where better to find that than a slightly backwater Southern university campus? And of course, there's you.
Dr. Belch: I'm coping with some pretty serious issues, and what you doing? Comparing me to a whiny preteen girl"]https://kiwifarms.net/threads/iconoclast.860/page-96#post-551875]preteen girl when I talk honestly about the years of abuse I've endured. That is sick.
Holdek: You know the slogan, "Don't vote? Then don't complain!" This concept applies here, too. You have no sympathy from me for your complaints about how your life sucks if you're not doing anything to improve it.
_: I sympathize with your struggles with technology, but no educational establishment in the country still uses stuff from 1998. You just can't run machines that old connected to the internet. Too many security flaws.
Dr. Belch: Let's stick you in a house with an abusive psychopath who constantly screams at, hits you, starves you, steals your money, and won't let you have any freedom. I don't think you'd last a year. Probably less without your precious antidepressant meds.
Holdek: But you're not coping with your serious issues. You're just complaining about them.
_: Why not take your SSI checks and move out?
Holdek: Who's stuck you in that house? Are you being kept there against your will? Are you an adult?
Dr. Belch: I wager you'd be a broken, sniveling wreck inside of two months--three, tops. And I've lived that way for ten years now. So don't go telling me who is weak and who is strong, Holly-berry.
_: Your brother was in prison for several of those years. Why did you not save up your SSI money and move out?
Holdek: I wouldn't stay there for ten years, is the point. How strong are you really if you're too afraid to move out?
Holdek: I mean, come on man, you're nearly 40 and you still live in your mom's house. That's not noble suffering for a cause, that's just being a man-child.
Dr. Belch: And go where? They won't let me go back to A-State, I don't have enough saved up yet to rebuild my own little ASU on the outside, and when my brother was really acting out, no one helped me.
Nonnymouse: Dr Belch, if you have trouble understanding modern technology, have you considered looking for a class to help you, or some books? Because as the underscore above me pointed out, it is very unlikely that any college will still be using equipment from 1998.
Dr. Belch
: No one would hold his arms down while I tried to smash his skull with an iron bar three years ago when I caught him stealing from me. No one offered to help me chloroform him, throw him into the trunk of the car,
_: Because that isn't helping you. You really don't need another criminal conviction, do you?
_: Hang on. Wait a minute. Are you saying you actually tried to smash his head with an iron bar, but you failed because nobody was holding his arms?
Nonnymouse: Dr Belch, to be honest, I don't think very many people would offer to help you murder someone in cold blood....
Dr. Belch: drive him out to the middle of nowhere, and dump him off like a bag of garbage on the side of the highway. They protected him.
_: If they were protecting him from you literally doing those things to him, then well done to them. Nobody deserves to be vigilante murdered. Also, you can't drive.
Does he realize Obama isn't gay?Dr. Belch: Only because Obama does everything in his power to crush any opposition. No one wants to go against the will of the first black gay Prez. Feb 15, 2015 12:43:43 GMT -8
Still pulling old, racist stand up bits I see.And since Clinton was the first black President,
His arguments really are circular.Billy-Boy was a friend of the working man. He was no friend of mine when he passed the TV ratings system bill back in 97.
Fucking creepy ass stalker shit right here.I'll give you links to the Facebook accounts of all the old Herald ed board members, and you can get their side of the story.
I was a newspaperman. My bosses were grooming me to be the new "bad boy" of college journalism
Someone page @ILoveMylarBalloonsI only understand 1998 technology, and where better to find that than a slightly backwater Southern university campus? And of course, there's you.
Well... did he ask politely?No one would hold his arms down while I tried to smash his skull with an iron bar three years ago when I caught him stealing from me. No one offered to help me chloroform him, throw him into the trunk of the car,
Holdek, you are a gentleman and a scholar. Mr. Sweet is...not.
And James Buchanan was the first gay President. He was routinely called "Miss Nancy" in the papers, and his longtime housemate and friend/ probably romantic partner Rufus King was jokingly called "The First Lady."
I have to say that it's pretty scummy to keep trying to throw the whole "you're on anti-depressants" back on Holdek all the time. Real low class.