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

[Chan the Wizard]

Ok, I'm glad it's not just me who saw them. I assumed my DA results were fucked due to the DA horrors from here, but no, I think that's Jon's interests.

 

[He Sets Me On Fire]

Ok, I'm glad it's not just me who saw them. I assumed my DA results were fucked due to the DA horrors from here, but no, I think that's Jon's interests.

Thanks for the confirmation. I agree, it seems that Jon's interests are the reason why. If I look at a different poster's stuff, I don't see them there. I just did a wholly unscientific search of both "Popeye" and "Pin-up girls" and clicked random images. The barely-legal-Betty recco's didn't show up.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

Great, now watching HaggisMcCrablice may get you watched by the FBI.

 

[John Titor]

Okay, look, I realize, I really do realize, that this may well not be Jon's doing. I understand that. It's just that, every time I look at one of Jon's art postings, I keep seeing the following recommendations in the "More from DeviantArt" area in the lower-right:

Spoiler: NSFW, cuz ya'll don't want anyone else seeing you seeing this.

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I've gotten similar stuff too but this is an entirely new set than the first time, which were also pinup models (20s looking at least), some cosplay and art by that Sunstone guy. I don't really understand DA's algorthm because I assumed it was based off of the things other people favorited.

EDIT: He has expressed interest in going to graphic design. He claims he contributed to a logo of some sort.
https://archive.is/OAMWO

I'm not, but who knows? I'd love to get a paid gig in the commercial art field. In fact, I actually helped design the art for the logo outside that new water treatment plant they built over in Hayti a while back-- I think I'll post some shots of that later on. If somebody likes my online portfolio they might actually hire me on to put together a window display or a sign for their building.

I got to see this.

 

[Chan the Wizard]

New journal: http://archive.is/ikwG3

Jon teases us with the possibility of a new vlog.

 

[He Sets Me On Fire]

You know what'd be fun? If Jon was prohibited from watching any television of any kind, whether broadcast or on the 'net. He'd probably lose his mind from boredom and a sense of isolation. It'd be a hoot to watch!

 

[DrChristianTroy]

Shows that gross him out. The Containment (which is on CW not ABC), iZombie and Grey's Anatomy. One of these does not belong.

 

[John Titor]

I thought I update the Journal archive: https://archive.is/jMxdb

He once again blames Obama for taking away his TV time.

 

[He Sets Me On Fire]

Jonny Jimmy Legs once again admits his powerlessness and incompetence while trying, unsuccessfully, to hide under the veil of "It's somebody else's fault!"

Dude can't even succeed at blaming others. Geesh.

ETA: EmmetBrownPhD commented,

"If you hate Liberals so much, get the hell off welfare that's paid by MY dime that I earned through working."

I agree, but with one amendment: Whether Sweet hates Liberals or hugs 'em like teddy bears, he needs to get off welfare. In fact, really, it should just be cancelled altogether. He doesn't want to get a job? Good. You don't work, you don't eat. Let him die slow and hungry.

One of the funniest mental images I have from all of Sweet's whining is him helplessly "starving like a dog."

 

[Chan the Wizard]

Wait.
Hasn't Jon said before he watches TV in his room and that's why he pisses into bottles so he doesn't miss his precious cartoons?
But now they only have one TV and he shares it with his mom.
I can't believe his mom would go into his moldy, disgusting room, but after the vlog, I'm not sure the rest of the house is much better.
Depressing.

 

[John Titor]

Wait.
Hasn't Jon said before he watches TV in his room and that's why he pisses into bottles so he doesn't miss his precious cartoons?
But now they only have one TV and he shares it with his mom.
I can't believe his mom would go into his moldy, disgusting room, but after the vlog, I'm not sure the rest of the house is much better.
Depressing.

Living room, I'm guessing.

 

[O Gato Preto]

The whole piss bottle thing is just baffling.

His children's cartoons have commercial breaks, and urinating can't take up that much time, right?'

 

[Shadow Fox]

Another excuse he uses for his pissbottles is that the house only has one bathroom and sometimes he waits so long to go that it's occupied when he really needs to use it. Unable to hold it any longer, he just whizzes in a bottle (or out the window, or in a sink, or god knows where else) and keeps on truckin'.

Maybe the reason he drinks so much flavored bottled water (as reported in his dA journals) is because he needs them to pee in later.

ETA - He's really sperging it up in his latest journal.

Spoiler: quoted for posterity

No reputable newspaper will hire me on with the stink on my name from The Herald fiasco. They won't let me go back to school to complete my journalism training. My records remain flagged and I can't return to my old college as long as the wrong people remain in power there. I can't transfer my credits to another school as long as they remain frozen, and I'm not sure another University would have the perks package I'm looking for anyway. I only understand college lives, college jobs, college relationships. So I'm pretty much stuck until I can amass enough money to recreate my own little A-State on the outside.... a little haven for those, like me, ASU hath rejected... what your Nazi bastard pal Doc M. calls the "seventh-sigma outliers". There's nothing wrong with my attitude or behavior. In my day it got me lavished constantly with gifts and attention. Now, it gets me roundly mocked and punished. Why the one-eighty? Change is bad, but it is not wholly irreversible. My work is about changing things back to the good old days, when you could say whatever you wanted without worrying someone would vandalize your car or leave a dead cat on your porch for it. Back then life was good. We didn't live our lives in fear. We had freedom. We could walk around in our underwear outside whenever we wanted and not worry about what the hell our neighbors thought. People were real.

Oh yes, the good old days of poor understanding of nuclear power plants, homosexuals getting murdered because they like a certain team better, people freaking out over Y2K or terrorism on US soil. Did you think terrorism was a millennial thing? But do go on and tell me how the 90s were perfect and utopian.

Gladly. In my day TV shows were better and there was far more variety-- sure, maybe not as many channels, but the ones we had were at least better quality. It wasn't E/I crap, infomercials, and interminable, trashy daytime talk shows. You could walk down to the corner store and get a box of candy for a dime-- including candy cigarettes. Now you have to buy a case of 'em that's probably been sitting in a warehouse for fifteen, 20 years and is stale as hell off a shady website and pay six times that for the privilege. Sure, you can walk into one of the legal pot shops in some Colorado or Washington State strip mall and buy your super-sized weekend baggie of Acapulco Gold, but you want a little stick of sugar with a bit of pink food color on the tip, you have to sneak around like a dirty deviant and give out your bank # and credit card info to God knows what freaks and mutants who will probably use that data to rob you blind. And women were different back then-- hotter, wilder, and more willing to experiment, no questions asked. Now if it isn't disease you have to worry about, it's having to sign complicated dating agreements in triplicate and having a notary present just to go out for a nice dinner, much less get a little trim. Maybe it wasn't perfect, but it was better. Progress? Pffft. Who needs it?

And no real newspaper would have the balls to print anything like what I've said here, so that's why I don't apply to any. Even school newspapers are shying away from such controversial content, because they don't want to deal with the backlash from angry and offended readers. Another reason why the 90's were better-- we could at least respect one another, and if your fellow staffers disagreed with you, they at least kept it quiet and under a tight lid. Part of the reason journalism died in America was this loss of civility. Again: progress, pffffft.

I don't want to work for someone else. I tried that. It's a bad idea. I don't need the stress of always worrying about making that one mistake that could shut down the whole company, bosses skipping town and leaving me holding the bag, or coworkers constantly plotting against me behind my back. I don't need to always be having to look them in the eye to determine if they're secretly resenting me-- if anything, constantly staring at people's faces at The Herald is what got me in trouble, according to you Kiwi fruits. Leo Greer, a.k.a. "Doc Murky", believes seventh-sigmas are not allowed to make eye contact with "normal" people, because it throws them into a kill rage. That's why I'm looking into starting my own business. I just need the startup money and the right site.

tl;dr same old song and dance about in MY day and Herald conspiracy and "perks packages" and creating his college-themed brothel for 40something virgins, plus some new nonsense about eye contact, those shitty candy cigarettes and being free to walk around in his underwear. Note that he admits here he can't return to ASU - what happened to his cunning plot that ensured he would be back on campus creeping on young women by September?

I want to call attention to this part:

Another reason why the 90's were better-- we could at least respect one another, and if your fellow staffers disagreed with you, they at least kept it quiet and under a tight lid. Part of the reason journalism died in America was this loss of civility.

1) I remember professional and academic disagreement, debate and criticism being quite alive and well in the '90s; 2) these things are crucial for a field like journalism, where uncovering the truth and stimulating public discourse is the whole point of the craft, and for developing critical thinking skills, which is probably why Jon hates it; 3) Jon's earlier gripe was that nobody told him that he was being an obnoxious shitbag and that his dismissal from the Herald therefore wasn't his fault. But clearly we're the idiots who can't stop spewing doubletalk.

 

[He Sets Me On Fire]

I don't want to work for someone else. I tried that. It's a bad idea.

Whoa, wait, Jon - I thought you said you were a co-manager at the machine shop. See, this is why it's always good to rile Thumbskull up. Just like the situation with his school records that Shadow Fox outlined above*, when Jon gets angry, he starts accidentally admitting facts when trying to cover himself with falsehoods. He's too emotional to protect his dishonesty. It's really a hilarious thing to see.

*Although I have to advocate taking anything Jimmy Legs says with several grains of salt. Jon is so incompetent, he thought pennies in his door were a gift, that the government "only allowed" his family two cable boxes, when in fact the Sweets were issued two for free, and that we blocked his access here merely because he forgot his login information.

 

[Picklechu]

"...a little haven for those, like me, ASU hath rejected..."

LOL. Does ASU reject anyone other than Sweet?

 

[ToroidalBoat]

Sweet still has such an aversion to change (a classic symptom of autism as we already know) that he wants his life to be exactly as he thought it was back in good ol' half-past 1997. Which means any other university or college would be unacceptable to him.

@Dr. Merkwurdichliebe is now a "Nazi bastard pal" according to Sweet. Which means that (1) Sweet automatically assumes he's German because of a Kiwi Farms name, and (2) he thinks Germany is still Nazi. We can expect no less from the Bad Boy of College Journalism.

The government only allows two boxes per family

There's nothing wrong with my attitude or behavior.

[Dating today involves] having to sign complicated dating agreements in triplicate and having a notary present

 

[DrJonesHat]

Sweet still has such an aversion to change (a classic symptom of autism as we already know) that he wants his life to be exactly as he thought it was back in good ol' half-past 1997. Which means any other university or college would be unacceptable to him.

@Dr. Merkwurdichliebe is now a "Nazi bastard pal" according to Sweet. Which means that (1) Sweet automatically assumes he's German because of a Kiwi Farms name, and (2) he thinks Germany is still Nazi. We can expect no less from the Bad Boy of College Journalism.

Dating involves signing agreements? Funny, I went on a date last week, and we didn't sign anything. We did do things Jon can't even dream about though. I leave the details to the imagination of the reader.

Spoiler: 18 or over only!

We had ice cream and played video games! And talked! In person! Without using the chinaphone first! Jon has no idea how dating works, so he really needs to shut up.

 

[MarineTrainedTard]

Excellent, more Sweet Meats from John Sweet.

Real talk, his uniquely absurd blend of autism and insanity is precious to me; there's nothing else on the Farms like him. I'm really gonna miss him when he dies to mold-induced black lung.

 

[DrJonesHat]

Excellent, more Sweet Meats from John Sweet.

Real talk, his uniquely absurd blend of autism and insanity is precious to me; there's nothing else on the Farms like him. I'm really gonna miss him when he dies to mold-induced black lung.

I think he's built up a resistance. He'll most likely die of starvation once Mama Sweet dies since he's utterly helpless without someone holding his hand, it seems. I wonder how he did the vlog. It does seem, when he really, really wants to, he can figure things out. But the motivation to do so is rare. I mean, he's got nothing but free time. He could plop his ass down in front of the computer and do Code Academy or something and learn how the "Buck Rogers" technology works, and then go on Upwork and do some emergency web design. I think on SSI you're allowed to work so long as you don't earn over a certain amount. He could have some spending money of his very own. Yeah I know, change, blah blah, eyes glaze over etc.

 

[He Sets Me On Fire]

The entire exchange with Doc Brown on the April 21st journal is either an example of how quickly Jon forgets what he has figured out, or how quickly he forgets what he has said to others. Jon has made it plan that he realized "Ashleigh" was a troll (no, he doesn't understand college relationships), that the so-called gifts were trash and trolling (no, he was not lavished with praise and gifts, particularly when it came to volume), that he wasn't respected by others (he was laughed at, not with), and he didn't understand college life (students actually dated, there was no chinaphone or Barely-Legal-Betties running around on "The System's" dime).

In addition, Jon's also made it clear that he'd been questioning the very existence of the system since running across the Kiwi Land Mine Fun Field. Constantly having rational thought and verified fact thrown in his face caused him to reconsider his convictions. However slight this reconsideration may have been, it's important to remember that his convictions were not based on experience, but conjecture. As far as he was able to realize, everything was going fine until he was "suddenly" out on his ass, even though he had detailed being disciplined at least once for his behavior in one of his blogs.

We didn't challenge Jon's experiences, we challenged his conclusions about his experiences, conclusions that seemed to be based almost entirely around making him feel better and empowered. We took that away from him (joyfully, in my case), and left him with nowhere to run when reality came crashing in. But Jon, being a dummox with no creativity, doesn't know how else to escape, so he re-hashes his busted fantasies. It's all he's got left (hee hee hee hee hee! I enjoy his anguish).

Of course, Jon can't respond to us without accusing us of double-talk, despite the fact that he can't hold a single conversation without employing it himself. For example:

Holdek: A reminder of another tip you have yet to show the Kiwis gratitude for: get a digital television antenna and converter and you can watch these shows on any of your other TVs to your heart's content.

Jimmy Legs: With what money?

Okay, so, in one of the only examples of Jon acknowledging reality, he says he doesn't have the money for TV equipment, right? Okay.

Between two responses to Doc Brown, he has some further things to say about money:

"So I'm pretty much stuck until I can amass enough money to recreate my own little A-State on the outside."

"That's why I'm looking into starting my own business. I just need the startup money and the right site."

Right. So, just to be clear: Doc Brown proposes a purchase of digital equipment which, priced at it's lowest, is $119. Jon throws up his hands and says "With what money?" Thus, saving about thirty dollars a month for the next four months? Out of the question. Just can't happen.

Starting a business that would require several different types of permits merely to exist? Oh, that's just a simple matter of getting the money.

Dumb. D-u-m-b DUMB.