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

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I can think of one overwhelmingly compelling reason that none of the fast-food joints within walking distance of Jonathan Mack Sweet's Fortress of Insanity can keep any employees.

And did any of you watch his video of the puppy eating (on the bed, of course, because that's where people and their pets dine), complete with badly recorded audio of what are undoubtedly John's own resounding farts? Christ on the cross! It's like something a special ed third-grader would make.
 
I like that this thread comes to life again. He is relatively active on his youtube channel as well. Including this enlightening video:

 
What's funny is that he actually did go to college. In person. For four years. And yet he still sticks to the fantasy version of college in his memory. This makes me think that he's crazy. Did he interpret the events contemporaneously in such of fashion? Or is he casting back through crazy-colored glasses?
Part of it is his miscomprehension of events at the time. He thought he was popular for doing raunchy stand-up comedy in the cafeteria when people were trying to eat, and later found out people despised him for it. He thought people putting pennies in his door frame was his fans giving him gifts. And now it sticks in his mind as a time when things were perfect. I liked the 90s too, but they're over. We're in 2022, and things are always changing. We get older, and reminisce about the good old days. They were never as good as we remember. It's all rose colored glasses (and crazy with Jon, lots of crazy).
 
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Twenty-five years ago today:​

...The Herald of Arkansas State University ran "Glass-for-Cash", the final column of mine published before my termination.


That afternoon, and twice a day for the better part of a week, handfuls of pennies from my dorm-mates began showing up in the lock of my door.


I guess nobody told them that a proper Pascagoula Penny Prank* uses no more than four or five coins and a piece of Scotch tape over the door-latch. Use too many pennies--like, you know, twenty or thirty--loose like that, and they shift, rub and slide against each other... and, instead of jamming the lock shut, they wind up spilling out everywhere and looking more like a nice little reward that the terrible inconvenience it's intended to be. Oh, and don't do the same dopey gag twice a day for like, three whole days; that's literally throwing money at a problem. Look, Herald staffers received a salary of $40 a semester. Not weekly, not per month: a semester. That comes out to a grand total of two twenty-three a week. So, naturally, getting paid half your salary in change just for opening a door is exciting. Especially if there's a wheat penny or two in that mess; those can be worth at least four, five bucks apiece. Congratulations, jackass, you just bought your intended victim lunch. Hope you're proud.


I touted those three days' experience as a positive one online and in print for years before I was set straight about the true intent hiding behind those pennies, and I must admit, it made me feel like a goob. Pranks are pretty silly and sophomoric to begin with, and if you must play them, at least learn up on how to do them right, otherwise you look even stupider than you already are. It really makes me wonder: if liberals can do that much harm with their bumbling, passive-aggressive nonsense, imagine how terribly dangerous and destructive they could be if they were actually a competent and focused force.


Brrrrrrrrrrrr.


Adios for this week.

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* Dubbed this by Harbinger advisor Rhea Borstein in "Try A Little Tenderness". A more nasty version of the prank involving setting a piece of the hall carpet on fire and letting the smoke drift underneath the door is later seen in "Dead Residents". I wouldn't recommend trying this in your residence hall, however; this is when a sophomoric and silly stunt crosses over into actual jail time.
 
It took him several years to bother to look up how you jam pennies into a door to lock a person in just in the pathetic attempt to lie to himself that it wasn't a prank and that college was the best thing ever. Also that's a convenient new lie that a couple of wheat pennies were used in this too. Mainly because Jonny the severely mentally insane idiot needed to make up excuses for how literal chump change was valuable, so he did his standard "let's try and add details to make me look less bad when the initial story is so damning".

So anyways, let's dissect this further: he revealed he was so despised that people tried to lock him in at least twice a day. He also unironically thinks that 20 or so cents a day is an amazing boon... and I'm being fair on this IMO, doubling the needed number to do this and taking his word for it. And he then brags about it like how an MLM boob brags that they bought a coffee with their non earnings to save pride. What a maroon.

Anyways the last fuck up in detail are wheat pennies. So yeah, they do have some numismatic value; my gramps was a coin collector and he had a few in casing. Not his biggest prize in his old collection, but he had a few on hand. But it ultimately is decided on a mixture of coin condition, the mint it's from and the year. Jonny decides to give the high ball estimate because he needs in his mind to prove us wrong years after we owned him. The problem is that those coins need to be graded for any serious buyer, and that costs money. More money than Jonny would have from his "gifts" tbh. On top of that, I imagine that the values are more on the lower end anyway; they typically are. So I'll grant that Jonny may have found a wheat penny or two... but I'd grade them more at a dollar than five or six.

Again, there's espirit d'escalier, and then there's that retardation.
 
He's fully come to accept that the pennies were pranks.

He still thinks a $0.90 (at most) counts as "wealth." :story:

He also refers to the prank as being harmful - maybe to his ego when he finally realized the truth over two decades later? He acts like it was a positive in the previous paragraph - and states that it was done by liberals, despite the student body at his university in the middle of nowhere primarily consisting of white kids from the middle of nowhere. "Nobody told ____" also makes an appearance.

Lots of classic delusions, an accidental admission, and some lolpoor to top it off - I give it a 9.5/10, so that was quality Sweetardery. I hope we get a meltdown on Saturday.
 
My fellow Kiwi Fruits, today is a very special day! It was exactly 25 years ago, on February 5th, 1997, that Jonathan M. Sweet was fired from the student newspaper at Arkansas State University for plagiarizing a Saturday Night Live sketch and being an all-around retarded lunatic.

To this date, the roughly $40-$80 he received is the only time he's ever been paid for his work. It takes real dedication to do nothing* for a quarter of a century, but somehow, Sweetie Pie has managed.

Congratulations on wasting your life, Jon-jon! I would say that I'm looking forward to the next 25 years, but with how poorly you've aged, I'd say that's a bit optimistic.

*unless one counts stewing in grudges and conspiracy theories while watching children's television and talking about the Racist Fart Comics that have never even sold a single copy
 
Couple of new Sweet posts.

In the first, he claims that his old boss continues to ruin his life (he thinks former Kiwi HSMOF is actually "Scooter" from ASU), advocates that he be tortured, and wants all accolades and awards he's earned over his life to be given to him instead.

In the second, he says his former publisher isn't interested in his new book (of course, in Sweets' estimation, this is because of a pressure campaign by Kiwi Farms, rather than the fact that almost nobody bought them). He also can't figure out how to self-publish because his hideous cover won't be accepted by Lulu.
 
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He's reducing himself to gurgling and sobbing in his pity apartment his brothers gave him that all his real enemies are on KF. Excellent, it only took him years to sink to that level of delusion to avoid reflecting that "maybe I should have gotten therapy".

Also neat; he's too poor and retarded to figure out how to use a vanity publisher that even the mentally challenged can do.
 
it only took him years to sink to that level of delusion to avoid reflecting that "maybe I should have gotten therapy".
Imagine if he had put aside his ego and made even the tiniest attempt to better himself during all that time.
 
Amazing posts by the old man.
An excerpt of note:

"if your pal Scooter had had enough brains to keep his mouth shut, and the TV ratings column had been permitted to run, my fans would have probably chipped in and given me a nice little b-'n'-w portable television for my dorm room. After all, sources within your own organization have revealed that the other residents were really put out with me for constantly monopolizing the big set in the common area. If I'd had my own TV, there'd be no more hanging around the TV lounge; I would have stayed upstairs, in my room, out of the way. Everybody would be happy."

He thinks these people who hated him would buy him a (really cheap, less then $50 at the time) TV to bribe him into fucking off and not hogging the common room.

p.s. 🜲 Scooter is a king 🜲.
 
Couple of new Sweet posts.

In the first, he claims that his old boss continues to ruin his life (he thinks former Kiwi HSMOF is actually "Scooter" from ASU), advocates that he be tortured, and wants all accolades and awards he's earned over his life to be given to him instead.

In the second, he says his former publisher isn't interested in his new book (of course, in Sweets' estimation, this is because of a pressure campaign by Kiwi Farms, rather than the fact that almost nobody bought them). He also can't figure out how to self-publish because his hideous cover won't be accepted by Lulu.
He had a minor meltdown on Saturday, at least. "Scooter" went and did things with his life, as the link Jon so helpfully provides shows, and Jon spent over two decades masturbating to Kim Possible, but because Jon doesn't like him and has built up an insane conspiracy involving him, everything he's earned should go to Jon. The only "sins" he's committed are that he succeeded and Jonny Retard is a failure who's tard-wrangled by his little brothers.

If the other students had bought Sweetums one of those portable black and white TVs - they wouldn't have, since no one ever gave him anything* and it was literally all garbage and pranks - he would have spent the past 13 years complaining about how it didn't work anymore. I had one of those when I was in elementary school, and the thought of Jonny Farts sitting alone in his dark dorm room, staring at a maybe 5" screen, is hilarious.

A Breath Like Mustard Gas and Roses is naturally about a college student working on the school newspaper. Isn't Ramble House a publishing scam anyway? Jon must have been incredibly annoying for them to not take his money. Jon's incompetence with technology will never cease to amuse me, and his difficulties with attaching his hideous cover have brightened my day. I'm pretty sure that most people who self-publish use Kindle Direct Publishing, since it provides for both e-books and paperbacks, but nobody told Sweetie Pie that.

Archive links for posterity

* No one except for Jonathan Sweet considers getting used porn and a mug that someone likely jacked off into a gift, and less than a dollar in pennies as "being showered with wealth." I will never not find it funny that he thinks journalism involves some sort of voodoo where he hints that he wants stuff, and people will then, for some reason, give it to him, and the fact that he would rather play this hint voodoo game than make a wishlist or something like that.
 
In the second, he says his former publisher isn't interested in his new book (of course, in Sweets' estimation, this is because of a pressure campaign by Kiwi Farms, rather than the fact that almost nobody bought them). He also can't figure out how to self-publish because his hideous cover won't be accepted by Lulu.

Jon's ravings about his inability to set up PDF files that comply with the publisher's formatting requirements are classic Sweet. Life is tough for a self-publishing writer whose tech skills are stymied by a TV set. At one point he wonders if he should convert the PDFs to JPEGs and submit the book in that format.
 
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Doesn't he not even have online payment set up to buy any of his books or comics? I know for a long time he was expecting people to just toss cash money in an envelope and send it to him. That's one of the many reasons that I have trouble believing that he's sold a single book or comic.
 
Doesn't he not even have online payment set up to buy any of his books or comics? I know for a long time he was expecting people to just toss cash money in an envelope and send it to him. That's one of the many reasons that I have trouble believing that he's sold a single book or comic.
Yes; he actually believed you should mail money to him and he would mail you a copy of his garbage in return, ignoring things like postage and shipping, particularly if it was interstate.

So his newest garbagefire is just one of his previous books then. Since he wrote a book that had the exact same plot of "I, uh, I mean my character reported at a school paper. But he uncovered this super elaborate conspiracy and THEY KICKED ME OUT FOR IT REEE~" . It's telling even scam publishers won't take it, but that's almost certainly because Jonny's too retarded to store money. He couldn't even be arsed to store 20 bucks for a fucking bug zapper.
 
Doesn't he not even have online payment set up to buy any of his books or comics? I know for a long time he was expecting people to just toss cash money in an envelope and send it to him. That's one of the many reasons that I have trouble believing that he's sold a single book or comic.

I don't know if it's still there, but he used to have a self-published title on Amazon, where he got into vitriolic arguments with the one or two people who reviewed it.
 
Sweet said:
“Obviously before her passing former Herald adviser "Rhea Borstein" knew, because of changing technology bringing wider access to information, that she had to hedge her bets, so the old bat paid a couple of A-State drama students to act out a phony Saturday Night Live sketch, then put it up online so as to fool gullible pinheads like you.”
Is this kind of thing treatable with medication?

Doesn't he not even have online payment set up to buy any of his books or comics? I know for a long time he was expecting people to just toss cash money in an envelope and send it to him. That's one of the many reasons that I have trouble believing that he's sold a single book or comic.
Yes! I did that once! I sent him a dollar in an envelope in the mail, and he actually came through and e-mailed me a comic. I think I wanted it because the preview involved a decrepit comic book artist living with his mother who opened a time portal to go back to college. Tbh I kind of lost interest but this reminds me to read it. So yes, the claim that Sweet has never sold a comic is false, thanks at least to Holdek at the Kiwi Farms :lol:

I don't know if it's still there, but he used to have a self-published title on Amazon, where he got into vitriolic arguments with the one or two people who reviewed it.
Damn! I think Amazon took down comments on reviews.
 
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