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

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When did Sweet work in that shop (the one with the lawnmower incident)? Poor Mama Sweet must've given up hope of Sweet ever being gainfully employed after that, as we have never heard of any other jobs Sweet worked for businesses he ran since.

Sweet blames the progressives for that, as he said that if he does work again, the penalties will be even worse, so he goes "why bother?"
 
When did Sweet work in that shop (the one with the lawnmower incident)? Poor Mama Sweet must've given up hope of Sweet ever being gainfully employed after that, as we have never heard of any other jobs Sweet worked for businesses he ran since.

Sweet blames the progressives for that, as he said that if he does work again, the penalties will be even worse, so he goes "why bother?"
He autistically refers to it first after the whole resume padder, so I reckon it was in the early to mid 2000's when Ma tried to get Jonny to not be a waste of flesh.

And no, she did try one more time after that; when she and a friend tried to start another business, she planned to get Jonny a spot in the business, probably again as a clerk or something like that. When the business idea fell apart due to her and her friend either disagreeing/falling out or finding they lacked the resources to start it, she then gave up. Jonny talks about that a bit since like the time he was an employee earlier, he makes the events all about himself. He got sobbing angry that he didn't get that job, since a perk of it was he could live in the upstairs of the store by himself. I assume this assrage and his continuing laziness made her go "Fuck it. Two out of three for kids is okay, at least my middle and youngest found success and happiness."

The idiot then decided to inflate this coulda been a job into a job he had, just as he inflated his stint as a stockboy/clerk into the idea that he was a manager at the electronic and appliance repair shop. The winner for me is how he complained in the former that HE was the one who held the debt and not mommy. It really is amazing to see how often he lies to desperately not make his life look like a joke.
 
Has Sweet ever tried to call into Rush Limbaugh or some other conservative talk show?

And no, she did try one more time after that
I forgot to mention that. But yeah, if one was REALLY unfamiliar with Sweet, one MAY get the impression that he was a business owner screwed over by progressives.
 
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Has Sweet ever tried to call into Rush Limbaugh or some other conservative talk show?
He claimed that (IIRC) he did a few times, but then Porky's call screener gave him the banhammer because he kept dropping the C-bomb. If Sweetums actually made it on air, I'd love to hear how ol' pusbag responded to him.
 
Porky's call screener gave him the banhammer because he kept dropping the C-bomb.
That's pretty much how I imagined it would've gone down.

If Sweetums actually made it on air[...]
Until getting cut off, Sweet would probably try to ramble on about the Herald, ASU, sumptuous buffets of steak and quail, revenge, chinaphone dating, bone kives, Buck Rogers technology, TV ratings, heads on pikes, incandescent light bulbs...
 
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That's pretty much how I imagined it would've gone down.


Until getting cut off, Sweet would probably try to ramble on about the Herald, ASU, sumptuous buffets of steak and quail, revenge, chinaphone dating, bone kives, Buck Rogers technology, TV ratings, heads on pikes, incandescent light bulbs...

I think the Howard Stern Show is a better place for him, as the newest member of the wack pack.

That would be fucking hilarious actually.
 
Hi, folks. Been having some trouble with my connections recently. Here's a post I wanted to put up a few days ago.

Sweets lies are strange. "ASU had steak and quail buffet nightly" - what is the purpose of such a lie? No one here believed it even before I confirmed it was BS. There is no benefit in saying it. It seems to serve only to frustrate himself, something for his ego to taunt itself with: "Look what those liberals took from you, Jon! Are you just going to let them get away with that?".


He seems to have internalized the ASU newspaper staff as his bullies, only in his mind they are all transformed into MARY LEE WALSHING WITCH BITCHES of the highest order.


I reckon it's a couple of different factors. First and foremost, Jon wants to be the hero of the story. Of course, his is a story of defeat, so he can't be the winner; it wouldn't work with the second factor of his tale-telling: Victimization. Jon wants people to buy his sob story of being unfairly and cruelly picked on by those who hate decency and justice. It's a tact that only works if one believes his side of things entirely, without checking on what the other side might have to say.


What does the other side have to say? Oh, well, they have an entirely different perspective on Jon's behavior, one which he clearly acknowledges on some level. We have seen him blame the staff at the Herald for his bad behavior directly on top of making claims that he did nothing wrong. I don't know if 'cognitive dissonance' is the proper term for it, but Jon clearly remembers that he definitely did something outside of the realm of reasonable behavior, and was informed about what it was. He's just been trying to deny it.


This is all clearly facilitated by the fact that Sweet, to borrow from David Mamet, has "the memory of a fuckin' fly." Weather he's being deceitful or not, we know that he can't keep facts straight to save is life, from inserting sudden aspects to his retellings that would have made a considerable difference if he had included them in the original story to begin with, changing events to the point where the story is wholly different than before, to adapting versions of the story that he's taken from us. You know, us. The sub-intellectuals who are supposed to lie all the time? The people no one is supposed to believe? Yeah, he repeats the stuff we say as fact.


I think that, between the desire to get someone to believe his epic of woe (and thus make things better for him), and his extremely faulty mental faculties, Jon ends up telling whoppers that make his story seem increasingly stupid every time he tells them.


And now, the cat journal ...

A lot of people have trashed Jon for his treatment of pets in his house, and rightly so. What stuck with me was the passage he wrote about his last time seeing Miss Lana (I commented on it, but here it is in full, italics from the original):


"I saw my cat last only a few years ago-- on my birthday, in fact. I hadn't seen her in a few weeks (it was her wont to hide away in the weeks before giving birth and weaning, so I didn't think much of it then). She was crossing the neighbors' back lawn. I could see she was resplendently pregnant. I called to her, and she looked at me for a moment. I picked her up and held her for moment, but she pulled away, gently wiggled out of my arms and lighted to the ground (as best a cat who looks only days away from delivering a new generation of baby Lanas can light, at any rate). She left, and didn't look back, as if to say It's best we make a clean break. Please don't make this harder than it has to be. Miss Lana was a very dear pet and friend, and I do miss her. "


Allow me to point out a few other bits of Jon's journal concerning this "pet":


"The thing was, Lana was a bit peculiar in that she didn't really like to be touched, and yet she had many, many (many, many, many, many, many, many, many) children. "


"Motherhood definitely agreed with her, leaving her more aggressive impulses temporarily stilled. Once they were off the nipple and on their own, though, she was back to scrapping like a champ."


"Despite her often standoffish nature, we got along pretty well-- I think I was about the only human Lana trusted.

Of course, as she grew older, she became somewhat more distant, prone to the occasional violent fit of temper, and started spending less time indoors."

Hm.

Full disclosure: I've never been a cat owner; my allergies won't allow for it. Plus, I'm just not a cat person. But I do believe that @atomik fyre is, and I completely agree - Miss Lana was not an indoor cat. The evidence backing this belief? Why, look no further than the wording of Jon's post:

she didn't really like to be touched

her more aggressive impulses temporarily stilled

she was back to scrapping like a champ

standoffish

I think I was about the only human Lana trusted

somewhat more distant

prone to the occasional violent fit of temper

started spending less time indoors

it was her wont to hide away

She left, and didn't look back


Hmm ... I dunno about you folks, but I think I'm sensing a pattern. Again, not being a cat person, I can't say for sure, but my amateur sleuthing skills lead me to believe that Miss Lana was neither a particularly sociable nor affectionate feline and did not liked to be touched by humans. That's just my general impression, however.


But then I see another pattern, a pattern that is hard to miss, given that just about every post Jon has ever made on the internet ever has always employed this pattern. Well, it's not so much a pattern, as it is an obvious trait: narcissism.

We see it in his comics, we see it in his perverted, violent fantasies, and we saw it when talking about both his father and his mother. Look at the original Mother's Day post. What does Jon say about his mother? What wonderful memories does he have of her from, say, wonderful Christmas mornings? How did she comfort him when a pet inevitably died? What were her dreams growing up? Her favorite musicians? Her middle name? What exactly are we told about Jon’s mother in this supposedly heartfelt tribute to her?

Nothing. He posts a pic of when she was younger, but that’s it.

Ah, so. Well. Um. Is there, perhaps, something Jon wishes to immortalize about her in the follow-up piece? Well, we … we learn that she doesn’t have control of her social filter. She can tell stories that embarrass Jon. Okay. Yeah, see, the majority of the post is filled with more examples of Jon joyously laboring under the bizarre delusion that people really want to see an exhaustive description of his comics and characters. It’s not about his mother. It’s about Jon.

It’s the same thing with Miss Lana. We don’t have any stories presented to us about her mothering style, the way she would hiss at those she didn't like, and what not. What we have is yet another stream of “Me me me, I I I.” What’s even more disgusting is that Jon described his friendship with his cat with much more loving detail than he did with his mom. It reminds me of the bit that @TheIceCreamMan posted once about Jon, when hearing that his beloved dog was involved in a dogfight outside, ran for his legendary Bludgeoning Weapon of Ambiguous Type and ran outside to defend Fido, just as the fight had ended.

Yup. You read right. Jon’s mom beaten by a group of guys? Hid in the house and let her take the beating. Jon’s dog gets in trouble? Couldn’t get out there fast enough.

But as ugly as all of this is, it’s Jon’s virtual anthropomorphizing of Miss Lana that's the ugliest. “She left, and didn't look back, as if to say It's best we make a clean break. Please don't make this harder than it has to be.

Uh, no. No, that’s not the impression a reasonable person would get at all. The cat’s reported behavior would have indicated something along the lines of Leave me alone. Stop touching me. I don’t want to associate with you. Let go so I can leave.

Jon ends the bit with:

“Miss Lana was a very dear pet and friend, and I do miss her. "

Why? Why does he miss her? What affection or loving did she show him? He doesn’t note any, but he attempts to turn the relationship into something that it obviously wasn’t. Miss Lana clearly didn’t give two hairballs about Jon, or his family for that matter. They were convenient hosts for her pregnancies, that’s all.

Which leads me to the point of this diatribe: What I find interesting about Jon’s recollections (and behavior towards) Miss Lana is that they are really no different than those of his time at ASU. Jon did not have fans; he did not have friends; he did not have the respect and admiration of his co-workers; he did not have a girlfriend. He’s simply inventing stories to comfort himself, mentally shanghaiing people from his past into them, since they can’t really speak for themselves (or don’t feel like it).

I am now convinced more than ever that Jon is a genuinely friendless individual, who presents a far more unlikable personality offline than even that which we’ve seen online. Take away his really disagreeable face, his poor mental faculties, his childish behavior, his deviant fantasies, his recidivist tendencies, his constant whining, his craven cowardice, his hissing voice, his incorrigible laziness, his bottom-feeder mentality, his bigotry, ignorance, and overwhelming stupidity, you’re left only with …

… Nothing. There’s literally nothing of any significant value left once you take away Jon’s negative traits. This is an entirely worthless human being. He’s practically nothing but one bad side, with no good side to counterbalance it. His worthlessness – his inability to be desirable or useful in any way when it comes to his fellow human – must cover him like a sheen coming off a glowstick. If people don’t actively avoid him, they clearly treat him as nothing more than background noise. If that is indeed the case, I can see why Jon would deliberately try to make history where actual events would disagree.


Must be hard living in a world where nobody loves you but your mom.
 
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Aside from Sweet's utter delusions about the cat's feelings towards him, there are other moments of sheer idiocy in there, that would be blindingly obvious to anyone who knew anything about cats. She doesn't like being touched but she keeps getting pregnant? Gee, maybe that's because cats go into heat and she had full access to tomcats. Also, she probably didn't like being touched by humans. Because she was a barn/stray cat who, just like her kittens, was never properly socialized to see humans as friendly, as opposed to big monsters who occasionally bestow food on her.

Her thoughts as she was leaving were probably more along the lines of, "Thank god, the ugly smelly giant let me go. I better get out of here before he tries to touch me again."
 
Guess who sent me a love letter!

Jon mailed me a special note at my DA account.
It reads:

Question
from HaggisMcCrablice
to HSMOF

"It reminds me of the bit that TheIceCreamMan posted once about Jon, when hearing that his beloved dog was involved in a dogfight outside, ran for his legendary Bludgeoning Weapon of Ambiguous Type and ran outside to defend Fido, just as the fight had ended.

Yup. You read right. Jon’s mom beaten by a group of guys? Hid in the house and let her take the beating. Jon’s dog gets in trouble? Couldn’t get out there fast enough."

Uhhhhhhhhhh... hey, fuckface, where did you get this information? I've never told any such story publically. There was a similar incident at my place a few months back, but as usual you Kiwi idiots got the details completely wrong-- it was my brother, not me, who ran outside with a metal bar when he saw the neighbor's mutt come and try to attack his dog. Are you sons of bitches watching me? Have you got one of your men hanging around my house waiting, observing my every move? Uh-oh. Do you realize what happened? You slipped up. You slipped up baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, pal. You folks slip up a lot, in fact. I have you on record, countless times, slipping up. Fair warning: if I ever catch any of you out near my place, I will not only be happy to slice off your operative's head with an axe, but then tie their body to the back of our car and have them dragged up and down the road until the hide is thoroughly scraped off their bones. Do you understand me, asshole? I hope you do.



My retort, via PM:

Oh, hi, Jon! Just a quick heads up - I'm going to share this with a lot of people. A lot of people. Perhaps even people outside of the Kiwi's, won't that be a hoot? You can see it on your thread, and on my page as a journal. So, here's my response. Ready?

"Uhhhhhhhhhh... hey, fuckface, where did you get this information? I've never told any such story publically."

Say, Jon - You are in no position to demand anything of me. Keep that in mind before you write.

"There was a similar incident at my place a few months back, but as usual you Kiwi idiots got the details completely wrong-- it was my brother, not me, who ran outside with a metal bar when he saw the neighbor's mutt come and try to attack his dog."

No, Jon. The incident I'm referring to happened far more than a few months ago. It was from some blog entry that you yourself wrote quite a while ago. Your words, first-person perspective. You wrote it about you.

" Are you sons of bitches watching me?"

Tell you what, Jon: No, we're not. Feel better?

"Fair warning: if I ever catch any of you out near my place, I will not only be happy to slice off your operative's head with an axe, but then tie their body to the back of our car and have them dragged up and down the road until the hide is thoroughly scraped off their bones. Do you understand me, asshole? I hope you do."

Goodness, Jon, what a violence-filled message. Does your mother know that you write things like this to people who don't threaten you? I could forward this message to her and find out. In fact, I may do that just as soon as I'm done writing this message. I wonder what the good folks at the Blytheville police department would say about a missive as unpleasant and threatening as this? I could send it along to them, too.

You have a nice day.

Regards,
HSMOF

S

So, hey, I was thinking, should I send all this directly to Mrs. Sweet's FB account as well as the BPD, or is there a better way to contact her (that we, of course, will keep strictly to ourselves in PMs)?
 
Sweetums said:
Fair warning: if I ever catch any of you out near my place[...]

Does Thumbskull really think we would waste our resources sending one of our highly skilled marine trained teen operatives to bumfuck nowhere? We have much more important matters to attend to on the Australatina front.
 
Jonny the Retarded Maniac: 1475679 said:
Uhhhhhhhhhh... hey, fuckface, where did you get this information? I've never told any such story publically. There was a similar incident at my place a few months back, but as usual you Kiwi idiots got the details completely wrong-- it was my brother, not me, who ran outside with a metal bar when he saw the neighbor's mutt come and try to attack his dog.
Congrats Jonny, you just made yourself look worse in a way. At least if you tried to save the dog, it might have counted as one of the only times you expressed empathy or caring towards someone that isn't you. Still horrible, but not as. Nice job in making Druggy Bro look better even when high on crack.
Jonny the Retarded Maniac: 1475679 said:
Are you sons of bitches watching me? Have you got one of your men hanging around my house waiting, observing my every move?
No, you're just a fat fucking moron that accidentally reveals just how much of a sociopathic incompetent monster you are with every goddamn thing you type. You literally babble out the things we mock you for.
Jonny the Retarded Maniac: 1475679 said:
Do you realize what happened? You slipped up. You slipped up baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, pal. You folks slip up a lot, in fact. I have you on record, countless times, slipping up.
If you're contributing this to the delusion you won't be arrested for creeping on ASU's campus, then go right on ahead... oh wait, your mom won't let you you fucking child. Good thing too, since you doing that would net you a prison stint again.
Jonny the Retarded Maniac: 1475679 said:
Fair warning: if I ever catch any of you out near my place, I will not only be happy to slice off your operative's head with an axe, but then tie their body to the back of our car and have them dragged up and down the road until the hide is thoroughly scraped off their bones. Do you understand me, asshole? I hope you do.
lol you can't drive since you ran away from dogs, and proved that you are a flailing weakling since you couldn't even murder your own brother with a weapon advantage and the advantage of surprise. Plus an axe is rather heavy for a lazy manbaby like you, so I doubt you can lift it.
 
Jon continues:

HaggisMcCrablice said the following:

You talk a lot but you never answered the question. Where did you get the information?

Go ahead. Share it. Then I share information about you. A lot of it. I'd say you have a lot more to lose, wouldn't you?


I respond:

Re: Question
from HSMOF
to HaggisMcCrablice

Okay, Jon, apparently I didn't make myself clear enough:

I'm not answering your question. I owe you now explanation. Done.

Further, you don't know anything about me, so I have nothing to lose, really.





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Oh wow, he has "information". :story:

If he had that from the beginning, he would totally have dumped and mocked us for it by now like he did with Holdek back in the day. What a stupid bastard; we have him pegged and he's still impotently flailing in confusion and rage.

Very much so. He seems to have trouble keeping things straight in his head. It's likely he thinks I'm someone else.
 
Helpless Manbaby said:
Fair warning: if I ever catch any of you out near my place, I will not only be happy to slice off your operative's head with an axe, but then tie their body to the back of our car and have them dragged up and down the road until the hide is thoroughly scraped off their bones.
I like how he specifies that he'd have to get someone else to cruise around with the body tied to the back of the car since he can't do it himself. It kind of takes away from the threat factor when you have to imagine the alleged perpetrator of these vicious acts clambering into the backseat of the family car squawking, "Drive, Mawmaw, drive!"

If that's the case, though - that he would actually have someone else do part of his dirty work for him - you have to wonder why. He's not licensed, and insists that he can't see well enough to drive, but that shouldn't matter if he's just tooling around the back roads of his little shithole of a hometown, should it? Either he's planning to drag his beheaded trophy down Main Street to show off his criminal act, or he's afraid of being caught driving without a license...while dragging a dead body behind his car. :lol:
 
Guess who sent me a love letter!

Jon mailed me a special note at my DA account.
It reads:

Question
from HaggisMcCrablice
to HSMOF

"It reminds me of the bit that TheIceCreamMan posted once about Jon, when hearing that his beloved dog was involved in a dogfight outside, ran for his legendary Bludgeoning Weapon of Ambiguous Type and ran outside to defend Fido, just as the fight had ended.

Yup. You read right. Jon’s mom beaten by a group of guys? Hid in the house and let her take the beating. Jon’s dog gets in trouble? Couldn’t get out there fast enough."

Uhhhhhhhhhh... hey, fuckface, where did you get this information? I've never told any such story publically. There was a similar incident at my place a few months back, but as usual you Kiwi idiots got the details completely wrong-- it was my brother, not me, who ran outside with a metal bar when he saw the neighbor's mutt come and try to attack his dog. Are you sons of bitches watching me? Have you got one of your men hanging around my house waiting, observing my every move? Uh-oh. Do you realize what happened? You slipped up. You slipped up baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, pal. You folks slip up a lot, in fact. I have you on record, countless times, slipping up. Fair warning: if I ever catch any of you out near my place, I will not only be happy to slice off your operative's head with an axe, but then tie their body to the back of our car and have them dragged up and down the road until the hide is thoroughly scraped off their bones. Do you understand me, asshole? I hope you do.



My retort, via PM:

Oh, hi, Jon! Just a quick heads up - I'm going to share this with a lot of people. A lot of people. Perhaps even people outside of the Kiwi's, won't that be a hoot? You can see it on your thread, and on my page as a journal. So, here's my response. Ready?

"Uhhhhhhhhhh... hey, fuckface, where did you get this information? I've never told any such story publically."

Say, Jon - You are in no position to demand anything of me. Keep that in mind before you write.

"There was a similar incident at my place a few months back, but as usual you Kiwi idiots got the details completely wrong-- it was my brother, not me, who ran outside with a metal bar when he saw the neighbor's mutt come and try to attack his dog."

No, Jon. The incident I'm referring to happened far more than a few months ago. It was from some blog entry that you yourself wrote quite a while ago. Your words, first-person perspective. You wrote it about you.

" Are you sons of bitches watching me?"

Tell you what, Jon: No, we're not. Feel better?

"Fair warning: if I ever catch any of you out near my place, I will not only be happy to slice off your operative's head with an axe, but then tie their body to the back of our car and have them dragged up and down the road until the hide is thoroughly scraped off their bones. Do you understand me, asshole? I hope you do."

Goodness, Jon, what a violence-filled message. Does your mother know that you write things like this to people who don't threaten you? I could forward this message to her and find out. In fact, I may do that just as soon as I'm done writing this message. I wonder what the good folks at the Blytheville police department would say about a missive as unpleasant and threatening as this? I could send it along to them, too.

You have a nice day.

Regards,
HSMOF

S

So, hey, I was thinking, should I send all this directly to Mrs. Sweet's FB account as well as the BPD, or is there a better way to contact her (that we, of course, will keep strictly to ourselves in PMs)?
Fuck I've missed Sweets threatening PMs. Glad this tradition is alive and well. Makes some of his recent correspondence seem weak in comparison. Regardless apparently print media is forever.

There is a Trope for this: Seinfeld Is Unfunny.

I actually had a long response for this, but I decided to just delete it all and boil it down to a simple statement: Most newspapers hire from a pool made up of writers from local colleges. That's why the newspaper business is so nasty and cutthroat. Blogs will never truly replace print. Bloggers have no formal training, they're unpoliced, they're too unprincipled. They're bloggers because, while they may have the skill and possess some ability to write, they don't have the proper temperament for the newspaper business. You can't teach that in a journalism class. You have it or you don't... and I guess they decided I didn't. That's why I was forced to leave.

Oh and he's better than Chris because omg who cares

It's not his business model that's without precedent; it's his beliefs. The attraction sign-- where did that come from? An idea cribbed off some obscure anime? At least my experience with Ashleigh actually happened to me. Sure, it seemed strange at first to me , but then I remembered what my old mentor at the Herald told me "You need to look outside your narrow little definition of normal"-- which, to me, meant, "Don't ask questions-- just roll with it". I never said it happened to everybody-- I saw it as like being a member of an exclusive little club. I don't know what I did to get this honor, I don't know who put me up for membership, and I never met any other members of the group. But I've always said when there are goodies are on the table, you don't ask questions, you just grab and stuff your pockets full. Now, I look back, and I realize a lot of things about it didn't add up. I've dissected the whole experience carefully, and written my findings up for my new book... which I intend to help young college students like myself, when I was just starting out, so none of them have to go through the nightmare I did. I want to reach out to those that Kiwi Farms propaganda minister Dr. Merkwurdichliebe has identified and dreams of removing, frightening, and exiling from college campuses. I wish to erect a Genosha-type refuge where they can be safe from the bizarre combination of physical and psychological attacks he and his followers advocates for what he dubs "the seventh-sigma outliers". Of course, that takes money and some degree of power, which I lack, which is why my work is so important in reaching these unfortunates. I want them to know they have a safe haven, a home, with me.

So yeah Sweets wants to house a bunch of wack assholes.
 
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