Hold on to something, my friends, because we are witness to an event that hearkens back to an historical moment, playing out here in front of our eyes.
It was nearly two decades ago when a younger Jon Sweet walked up to his dorm room door, opened it, and saw a bunch of pennies hit the ground. Ignorant of what the pennies were for, he jumped to the conclusion that their placement in his door was a reward for his editorials in The Herald. This uninformed belief would persist for years, twisting into the notion that his "fans" would "shower" him with "wealth," a ludicrous conviction which could have been easily dispelled by Sweet merely asking someone - an adviser, say, or the RA - why coins would be jammed in his doorway. Instead, it swelled his misguided ego for years under the overly-optimistic, wishful misunderstanding that he was being rewarded after doing little work.
Now, we, his only audience, are getting a new opportunity to see this kind of childish thinking put into action again. Sweet has no idea what he has, no real reason to believe it's worth anything, and, as I stated earlier, since it was found on his mother's property, it would be considered hers. But we see him hold the thing aloft and brag about it (unwise, as his house doesn't look all that secure; apparently, the lesson of poor Stringbean is lost on him) as if there's a good chance that the thing might be worth a fortune.
Now, to his credit, he acknowledges that it may be worthless, but that logical thinking is buried under Jon's victorious talk of funding his "productions'' and showing his enemies up. It's clear that Jon doesn't understand how pricing diamonds works. He looks at the thing with dollar signs in his eyes, without realizing that, if real, it may only fetch a couple hundred dollars, money that would go to his mother, not him.
As much as I enjoy seeing angry, bitter, beaten Jon, seeing Ignorantly Optimistic Jon is fascinating.