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

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Questions our intelligence, yet has to have his hand held for what seems to be damn near everything short of dressing and grooming himself.
And he really should have someone do that for him too.
 
Yeah if nothing else we've established that his cowardice is legendary, and that on some level he acknowledges that we're right. If he didn't, he'd still be here. Marjie is Sweet if he never gave up: still wrong (terribly wrong, in Dicklick's case) but at least he has the nuts to defend his stupid ridiculous beliefs.

I really think they're both about the same on the Scale of Delusions, honestly...the difference is that Marjie's retarded ass bullshit hurts society, whereas Sweetness hurts no one but himself, infinitely.
 
Absinthe said:
the chinaphone, big-screen TVs, and "sumptuous buffet dining, three times a day"
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I don't see anything about "education" in there, oddly enough. Also, "chinaphone". I like that.

I can see why some refer to him as a "thumb person". As others have suggested here, he should see a doctor about a possible thyroid condition among other things if he's so concerned about his health, but I'm guessing that even if he wanted to, he doesn't because DOCTORS ARE EXPENSIVE. Or his brother dominates the car. Or some other reason.*

*This would be even though there should be some medical cost containment system in his home state that Iconoclast is probably eligible for, that can actually arrange for transportation for the patient. But it's probable that no one told him about it.
 
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... [Y]ou did wander around for eight hours in a hospital before you found a telephone, so maybe you have undiagnosed autism?

Okay, why don't you just shut the hell up about that, huh? You keep bringing that one incident up over and over again, even if it has nothing to do with the subject at hand, and I have have had enough of it. One little incident doesn't make a case for autism, you stupid yammering moron. You mentioned once you suffer from depression. How would you like it if I brought it up every chance I got? "Oh, hey, how ya doin', pal? Little down in the dumps today, hm? Life not treating you well? You have yourself a good cry on the bathroom floor? How's that Prozac taste, bub? How's it feel to have to cut your steak with a plastic spoon because Mommy won't let her little Holly-berry have a knife because he might slash his little wristies?" How's that feel, huh, jackass? Do you ever stop to think that (a) there is something wrong with a hospital that doesn't have someone on duty at the front desk at least part of the time in the evening? I even sat in the waiting room for a while and saw no one come in. Here's the thing, Hol, little country hospitals are not like the bustling e.r. s we see on TV, where there's always something doing; after five, it gets pretty quiet, dull, and spooky and (b) there is something seriously wrong with my family, who didn't think it suspicious that I wasn't home by suppertime and come looking for me sooner? Why don't you blame my brother for running off and going to get high somewhere instead of keeping his promise and taking me home? Oh, yeah, you're too wrapped up in your inane "blame the victim" game. When you get done with a story it's so turned around and backwards that by the end everyone who hurt, stole from, lied to, and cheated me sound like absolute heroes and saints for having to put up with me-- the Herald editors, my ex, my former business partner, even my brother, who stole my money and mentally and physically abused me for ten long years. You are sick, disgusting people, and you need to be wiped off the map.

Have you seen a psychologist to be assessed to see what the problem is?

No. I don't have to. I know what my problem is-- people like you. Back in 1998, The Herald sent me to this moron at judicial affairs. First he promised to speak to the editor who made the charges. A year later he said talking to ol' Scooter wasn't "necessary". Then he convinced me he would lift the flag on my enrollment records if I had an evaluation-- which was only the preliminary to a $500 session... information the monkey-man deliberately withheld to screw me. It was all a lie. With my records frozen, I was forced to leave school because I couldn't enroll for classes that semester. I have sought revenge ever since. Maybe if that little orangutan in a cheap suit hadn't used lies and trickery to try to distract me from the truth I might be a lot happier now, do you ever stop to consider that? No, of course not, that would require an independent thought, and that's far above your capabilities.

tl;dr... Go to hell.

Read more: http://usaspatriot.proboards.com/thread/1421/art-work-5?page=8&scrollTo=399996#ixzz3Qml9sXgg
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Sweets unleashes some weapons grade bawwtism at Holdek over at AJM. he really doesn't like it when people suggest he suffers from autism.
 
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Straight up: dude's facial hair looks like he fell asleep with glue on his face and someone stood over him and trimmed their pubes.
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My favourite bit of his little rant:

(b) there is something seriously wrong with my family, who didn't think it suspicious that I wasn't home by suppertime and come looking for me sooner?
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Iconoclast: forty-something year old man or five year old child?
You decide.
 
"Okay, why don't you just shut the hell up about that, huh? You keep bringing that one incident up over and over again, even if it has nothing to do with the subject at hand, and I have have had enough of it. One little incident doesn't make a case for autism, you stupid yammering moron. You mentioned once you suffer from depression. How would you like it if I brought it up every chance I got? "Oh, hey, how ya doin', pal? Little down in the dumps today, hm? Life not treating you well? You have yourself a good cry on the bathroom floor? How's that Prozac taste, bub? How's it feel to have to cut your steak with a plastic spoon because Mommy won't let her little Holly-berry have a knife because he might slash his little wristies?" How's that feel, huh, jackass?"

And, once again, demonstrating all the intellectual capacity of a bag of beef jerky, Jon worsens his appearance by trying to insult others. By bringing up Holdek's depression, then making up a hypothetical about Holdek cutting his wrists, he's implying that Holdek's problem would have resulted in a negative action. Using that algebra, Jon is stating that yes, indeed, he has a problem - a grown man getting stuck inside a hospital unable to leave would have been the negative action indicating it - but he doesn't tell us what the problem is. Here's what he states instead:

1. The hospital was virtually abandoned, and "spooky". How this prevented him from finding an exit and leaving is never explained.

2. His family is at fault for not coming to get him despite the late hour. How this prevented him from finding an exit and leaving is never explained.

3. His brother, ASU, his so-called ex, etc., etc., etc. None of this, as you may have guessed, explains what prevented him from finding an exit and leaving.

All of this is simply projecting fault on everyone else but the central figure of the story, the one person who would have been responsible for leaving the hospital to begin with. Add to it a heaping amount of invective and sneering anger, and it becomes obvious that you've hit Jon where it hurts. The way the world is supposed to work is that Jon should be allowed to do whatever he wants, no matter how disrespectful, disruptive, illegal, or stunningly incompetent it may be. You are not allowed to tell him what he's done wrong, or question why he did it, only accept that he did it, and rush to help him. Jon may be helpless as a baby, but our job is to change his diaper, not complain about the smell.
 
Because I know, and really everyone knows, that the best way to convince people that you aren't a smug, petulant little child impotently stamping their feet is to write a huge rambling screed.

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"Okay, why don't you just shut the hell up about that, huh? You keep bringing that one incident up over and over again, even if it has nothing to do with the subject at hand, and I have have had enough of it. One little incident doesn't make a case for autism, you stupid yammering moron. You mentioned once you suffer from depression. How would you like it if I brought it up every chance I got? "Oh, hey, how ya doin', pal? Little down in the dumps today, hm? Life not treating you well? You have yourself a good cry on the bathroom floor? How's that Prozac taste, bub? How's it feel to have to cut your steak with a plastic spoon because Mommy won't let her little Holly-berry have a knife because he might slash his little wristies?" How's that feel, huh, jackass?"

And, once again, demonstrating all the intellectual capacity of a bag of beef jerky, Jon worsens his appearance by trying to insult others. By bringing up Holdek's depression, then making up a hypothetical about Holdek cutting his wrists, he's implying that Holdek's problem would have resulted in a negative action. Using that algebra, Jon is stating that yes, indeed, he has a problem - a grown man getting stuck inside a hospital unable to leave would have been the negative action indicating it - but he doesn't tell us what the problem is. Here's what he states instead:

1. The hospital was virtually abandoned, and "spooky". How this prevented him from finding an exit and leaving is never explained.

2. His family is at fault for not coming to get him despite the late hour. How this prevented him from finding an exit and leaving is never explained.

3. His brother, ASU, his so-called ex, etc., etc., etc. None of this, as you may have guessed, explains what prevented him from finding an exit and leaving.

All of this is simply projecting fault on everyone else but the central figure of the story, the one person who would have been responsible for leaving the hospital to begin with. Add to it a heaping amount of invective and sneering anger, and it becomes obvious that you've hit Jon where it hurts. The way the world is supposed to work is that Jon should be allowed to do whatever he wants, no matter how disrespectful, disruptive, illegal, or stunningly incompetent it may be. You are not allowed to tell him what he's done wrong, or question why he did it, only accept that he did it, and rush to help him. Jon may be helpless as a baby, but our job is to change his diaper, not complain about the smell.
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Have I ever told you how much I love you HSMOF? Because man oh man you wrote it far more eloquently than I am currently capable of, due to the early hour. :heart-full:

I mean, that's almost exactly what I was going to post.
 
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How this prevented him from finding an exit and leaving is never explained.
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Not only that, but hospitals usually have prominently placed signs that guide people to the exits.

Was Iconoclast really lost in a hospital or merely stuck there? I also noticed that he compared life to TV when explaining that the hospital he was in wasn't some fancy big city hospital.
 
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Not only that, but hospitals usually have prominently placed signs that guide people to the exits.

Was Iconoclast really lost in a hospital or merely stuck there? I also noticed that he compared life to TV when explaining that the hospital he was in wasn't some fancy big city hospital.
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I'm imagining a tiny-ass building with like a waiting room with a handful of chairs, a couple of exam rooms and maybe an operating theater.

Which makes it all the funnier that he got lost and couldn't find a way out.
 
Keep in mind that the only person whose account we have for this incident is Iconoclast himself. As humorous as it would be for him to be lost in a hospital for eight hours, it's likely that he was lost for only a short period of time. Like other autistic individuals, he likely exaggerates numerical figures because he doesn't have a clear understanding of them.
 
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Sweets unleashes some weapons grade bawwtism at Holdek over at AJM. he really doesn't like it when people suggest he suffers from autism.
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Sounds like Sweets has a severe case of wack pussy-itis. Jesus Christ man, man the fuck up. If he put all that wackness into something productive he'd have his own newspaper by now.

I will say props to @Holdek for putting in the work there. Something about the site's colors bothers me so staring at it for longer than 30 seconds, props.
 
Another thing regarding the hospital incident: why couldn't he have just picked up a fucking phone? What, did they not have a phone in your town? I mean if I'm sitting there doing nothing for however long waiting for a ride, the very least I could do was pick up a phone from behind their desk and call my family. And if someone happened to walk in and see me do it? As long as I was willing to apologize then all would be well.

But no, that's unlikely to ever happen because Sweetie lost his balls somewhere in the ASU dorms, hence his desire to go back there. Or at least, that's the working theory. :lol:
 
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Another thing regarding the hospital incident: why couldn't he have just picked up a fucking phone? What, did they not have a phone in your town? I mean if I'm sitting there doing nothing for however long waiting for a ride, the very least I could do was pick up a phone from behind their desk and call my family. And if someone happened to walk in and see me do it? As long as I was willing to apologize then all would be well.

But no, that's unlikely to ever happen because Sweetie lost his balls somewhere in the ASU dorms, hence his desire to go back there. Or at least, that's the working theory. :lol:
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NO ONE EVER TOLD HIM HOW TO USE A PHONE, YOU FILTHY PROGRESSIVE.
 
TheIceCreamMan said:
Another thing regarding the hospital incident: why couldn't he have just picked up a fucking phone? What, did they not have a phone in your town? I mean if I'm sitting there doing nothing for however long waiting for a ride, the very least I could do was pick up a phone from behind their desk and call my family. And if someone happened to walk in and see me do it? As long as I was willing to apologize then all would be well.
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Well, dingus (or whatever Jon's chosen childish insult is, I don't remember), if you actually read about Sweet's terrible ordeal, he couldn't even find a phone! Those damn dirty liberals removed all the phones from the hopsital!


Or something. I don't even know, man.
 
Sweet Bro: I don't think you have autism based solely on the hospital incident. That would be as foolish as basing my whole concept of college dating on a single relationship I had in college...

I think you're autistic because you are:
• Self-admittedly socially awkward
• Self-admittedly bad at picking up on unwritten rules of conduct
• Almost 40 and still very interested in colourful children's cartoons, particularly those with anthropomorphic or non-human characters
• Generally unempathetic
• Unhappy at changes to familiar routines or environments
• Given to dressing in an idiosyncratic manner

Did anyone read the cartoon Sweet linked to? It was interesting. The cartoon version of evil college conspiracy guy #15 drops a bunch of quotes from Kiwis and elsewhere about how Sweet is basing his view of women on one bad experience, and the response is literally that the guy gets a pie in the face.

There's no devastating counter-argument, just a childish silencing. The guy comes off as right, and Sweet comes off as deeply in denial.

He knows the truth, deep down, but it's so much easier to just shut reality out and retreat to the Hugbox Dimension :(
 
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