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

[He Sets Me On Fire]

Just hit me:

Included in his wish to go back to ASU is the desire to watch big screen TVs in the lounge areas. TVs which, at this point, would be digital. In addition, it wouldn't be just Sweet determining what to watch. If a bunch of students wanted to watch MSNBC while he wanted to watch Cartoon Network, well ....

 

[Adamska]

Just hit me:

Included in his wish to go back to ASU is the desire to watch big screen TVs in the lounge areas. TVs which, at this point, would be digital. In addition, it wouldn't be just Sweet determining what to watch. If a bunch of students wanted to watch MSNBC while he wanted to watch Cartoon Network, well ....

He'd start being a dick to them and then they basically kick him out of the room when he keeps it up. Cue him sobbing about these people for not letting him get his way.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

This makes me wonder if he pissed off his dormies by hogging the TV to watch Cartoon Network/Disney/Nickolodeon when he was at Arkansas State.

That reminds me of this one guy I was aware of - he'd hog a TV in a lounge and watch old TV shows and movies at excessive volume. For a time, he was in the lounge doing this almost every time I visited it. The staff eventually limited access to the lounge for everyone. I believe it was because he was using the lounge as his personal living room, and the volume issue.

Back to the Sweet stuff - like you and HSMOF speculate, I wouldn't be surprised if Sweet would hang out in the TV lounge a lot, seeing how much Sweet loves watching TV.

 

[Meowthkip]

I love the Sweet Bro and Hella Rush comics. Please, I want more.

Although sheltered workshops that provide training and support for people with disabilities have strong arguments in their favor for paying well below minimum wage (because other benefits are being provided, and often workshops like that support the most able workers in finding jobs in the regular workforce where possible), Goodwill has drawn a lot of criticism for not providing any training or support for its workers with disabilities. So even in the case of someone like Sweetums, I would hate to see him at Goodwill.

Now, if there's a sheltered workshop for delusional jerkwads that actually does some training, sign him up!

Why isn't the great Mr. Sweet doing freelance gigs via Elance or Odesk, or whatever people use to hire cheap writers these days? Why not doing Mechanical Turk tasks, for Christ's sake? He has a computer and an Internet connection, but he only uses it to whine online.

Also, if work is found for a disabled individual through a DORS-like program, there is counselling on how to work while also maintaining benefits, usually by only working part-time for X number of hours a week.

 

[Bound2]

Time for a new dump.

Blah blah yab yab yab yab yab yab yab yab yab yab blah.

Shut up, moron.

I have a lot of anger management issues, thanks to my college experience and to the man you pinheads think you're being so cute in dubbing "The Beau"... and maybe my family decided it was best if I simply focus on my writing so I don't blow my cork and put a knife in the throat of the next boss who screws me over-- I don't know. I agreed, uneasily, to sign up for supplementary SSI payments just to help my family over the hump after we lost our shirts on Dale's Folly... but then I began having problems with my throat from spending long hours outdoors in the summer and not hydrating properly. No employer wants a worker who coughs constantly, has trouble breathing when he gets too excited, and grunts instead of speaks much of the time. Add to this my brother's growing addiction, his stealing to support it, and his growing belief that he could take care of our money better than we could, and before long we were really in a mess.

Okay, so I know that my "ex" was a troll... the question is, why? How did she get my number? Who put her up to it? What did she have to gain from it? Or, conversely, what did they agree to protect her from for doing it? I plan to get in touch with her to ask what the deal is. I mean, you say my problem is I never ask the right questions... but you never really explain how that works when everyone around you constantly lies, do you?

Sweetums doesn't like when people point out he's a welfare leech. Insert a rant about how it's everyone but Jonathon Sweet's fault here.

Agreed. I only wish to address one complaint from our "friends" about how I have trouble drawing hands....

https://kiwifarms.net/attachments/7518-jpeg.18079/

This is why.

That is actually how my hand looks. I'm double-jointed, esp, in my little fingers, which bend at a weird angle when my palm is fully splayed.

Jon is double-jointed. This excuses all mistakes when he draws hands.

And from our very own thread at AJM

So... instead of cutting the cancer totally out of the body and throwing it away, you're going to tell it that everything will be fine if they just agree to restrict their movement to one small area?

Yeah, this'll end well.

As long as there's no lying, misrepresentation, personal attacks, or suddenly dredging up bad memories out of nowhere just to win an argument, and the mods are agreeable, I suppose it's all right.

Okay, if I may address a specific post: I did not buy the stolen mower. That was all Dale. I told him not to, but he did it anyway. I said I had a bad feeling about it; he told me to "go piss up a rope", gave some mangled "inspirational" speech about tolerance and their money being green, and paid Junior $20. The police officer who came to visit us only confirmed my suspicion that the kid was a bad egg. He saw the mower was returned to the rightful owner (I couldn't leave the shop to return it personally, as I was alone that day and busy handling a customer when the uniform showed up-- not exactly good for business). Dale, when he returned later in the day, had to go to the police station and settle the matter officially. I gave him hell over it; Mom gave him hell for it later, and I think it made him really resentful. I didn't like being essentially a narc, but apparently that was my job. Hey, I don't make the rules. That's just how it was.

Senpai noticed me. He didn't understand me questioning the kind of "contract" he had which somehow stipulated he didn't get paid but was in charge of "watching over Dale", but he noticed me!

By "my $20", I meant roughly the commission that would be owed to me for selling one mower.

I've never said Chris was wrong for accepting his "tugboat", I've said how he manages it is bad. If what the CWCiPedia says is correct, he spent five grand on Legos. For this I could pay for one semester at A-State, or remodel my entire bedroom with plenty left to give the kitchen and bathroom a fresh coat of paint. And no one has stepped forward and, if not cut him off entirely, at least taken over his finances? At least the money I paid on my brick went for a good cause, and I could have put it into the wall of my apartment at the doll shop-- you know, it being real, not rainbow-colored plastic.

See, unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. Once Chris gets his tugboat, he's free to use it however he likes. The money is his once it reaches his hands. It just sounds like you have sour grapes, Belchy.

Also, I thought you didn't make any money at the hardware store. Where's this commission coming from?

• Then why do you compare me to Chris constantly, if it isn't "helpful"? Only trolls have actually bought any of his art off eBay, out of either genuine pity or just to string him along and make him think he has loyal fans for a cheap laugh.
• Hopefully I will know more after I've contacted this young lady for her side of the story.
  
• I had made several other sales I had yet to see any payment on, so naturally I was bothered that he would give the kid $20 dollars, no questions asked. And despite how to try to bend reality and logic to make him sound good, he was just a fair-to-midline shade-tree mechanic, and had no business experience.
  
• Everything you do is wrong. You lie, misrepresent, deliberately make my enemies out to be the heroes in every story, and get far too personal in your attacks (e.g. bringing up my mother's attack every chance you get, even when the topic at hand has nothing to do with it). Nightspade and Northsider never did that. Your advice and suggestions are unworkable, laughable and impractical at best (e.g. buy a bicycle to ride around on in a town without sidewalks, or saying I should walk home from the hospital, through a black neighborhood, at night). Are you that stupid?
  
• There's no inconsistency. I told the cop my side of the story, smoothed things over and gave him the mower to take back to the original owner. Dale had to go downtown to make things official, but, really, I had to save the day on this one. Of course, there would have been no problem if he had listened to me to begin with.
  
• I purchased two bricks. I knew I'd never see the one at ASU as long as the faculty advisor remained in power there. The second brick, with my name and website carved into it, remains on my desk as a (admittedly pricey) momento to remind me of happier times.
  
• I have a CD-ROM burner now. I just don't know if it's compatible with my Win 6.0 equipment. I still have yet to hear back from the geek at Computer Depot about transferring my files.

Belch on if he'll be in the same place five years down the road:

Not if you people stop your hack job on my life and reputation. Get out of my way and let me sell more books and comics so I can make enough money to live the way I see fit.

Yes, it is the Kiwis who found out about Sweetums a year or something ago that are to blame for forty years of bad choices. If we'd just have got out of his way, I'm sure Ashleigh would have never broken up with him, The Herald would have never kicked him out for plagiarism, Dale would have never ran off ect ect.

 

[MarineTrainedTard]

No employer wants a worker who coughs constantly, has trouble breathing when he gets too excited, and grunts instead of speaks much of the time

Man, if only there were jobs that don't require speaking or getting super excited that even the most unskilled lackwit could do, like stocking shelves, data entry, janitorial work, etc. etc.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

Why does Sweet need to wait on a "geek" at tech support to figure out how to use a CD burner? And apparently, Sweet has an overpriced brick as a memento of the 90s on his desk. Also, he still wants to contact Ashleigh (I presume) and get "her side of the story"?

 

[Ca Ira]

Why does Sweet need to wait on a "geek" at tech support to figure out how to use a CD burner?

Because Sweet was exiled from all technology for 15 years after running afoul of his campus newspaper. Duh.

 

[MrsFrizzle]

Man, if only there were jobs that don't require speaking or getting super excited that even the most unskilled lackwit could do, like stocking shelves, data entry, janitorial work, etc. etc.

There are jobs he can do from home using the same computer and Internet connection he uses to bemoan his lot. Jobs where he'll communicate with his clients by email, so his laryngitis won't be an issue. But he's got zero initiative.

 

[Le Bateleur]

Since the first two seem to have gone down well (thanks guise, srs), here's episodes 3 and 4 of Sweet Bro and Hella Rush

Spoiler: Episode 3 - scary scary dogs

Spoiler: Episode 4 - put it away

 

[Chan the Wizard]

Sweets, genuine advice: do not contact some woman from 20 years ago. Just do not engage. That is incredibly creepy.

But since I know this won't stop you, please document everything for proof. We want to see how this folly turns out.

And one more thing. Sweets, I know you don't like taking responsibility and will give any excuse not to do something, but you aren't supposed to ride a bicycle on the sidewalk. In fact, it's against the law in most places. So the lack of sidewalks is no excuse for not riding a bike.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

In fact, it's against the law in most places.

It isn't where I am as I know, and it can actually be quite dangerous to ride in the roads (at least where I am). That aside, Sweet must live in the middle of nowhere if he lives in a place with no sidewalks. And I suppose riding on the side of the roads is out of the question?

Also, I note how from Sweet's perspective, we're always "wrong", and solutions we offer are "laughable and impractical at best". I also see that he mentions a "black neighborhood" as a reason for not walking home from the hospital.

 

[MarineTrainedTard]

Where I live, you're supposed to ride your bike in the road. Most roads are wide enough that you can safely ride on the side of the road, and some roads even have dedicated bike lanes. Regardless, even if there are no bike lanes or shoulders, even in East Bumfuck, Missouri, you can ride your bike on the side of the road and it's quite safe as long as you're not an idiot.

Sweet is just once again looking for any excuse to absolve himself of personal responsibility (you know, that thing that conservatives like Sweet are supposed to be all about).

 

[DrChristianTroy]

Black people.... AT NIGHT???? Wh at a racist goof.

 

[Chan the Wizard]

Black people.... AT NIGHT???? Wh at a racist goof.

Well, he didn't have his mom with him to distract them while he ran away.

 

[He Sets Me On Fire]

Sweet is just once again looking for any excuse to absolve himself of personal responsibility (you know, that thing that conservatives like Sweet are supposed to be all about).

I agree. Moreover Sweet is also a genuinely, shockingly, disturbingly ignorant person. He may have actually thought that bikes are to be ridden on the sidewalk, regardless of what years and years of television shows, movies, and cartoons would have clearly pointed out to him (prepare for a possible rebuttal from Sweet's No-Spin zone).

on is double-jointed. This excuses all mistakes when he draws hands.

Yeah, that's a big dodge there. Also, unless he's holding it that way on purpose ... man, there is something wrong with this guy's hand. I have had plenty of double-jointed students for nearly seven years now. Their pinkies don't point up like that when they splay their fingers (one cannot splay the palm, as he wrote). Again, it it's a deliberate pose, that's something else.

 

[Shadow Fox]

Obemedarwer

Well, he didn't have his mom with him to distract them while he ran away.

We need a "sick burn" rating.

 

[The Mountain]

There we go again with the sudden addition of new details to the hospital story. Of course we're idiots for suggesting he just walk home, because that would mean walking through a black neighborhood, and at night too! Aside from being a prime example of Icky's blatant racism, I do quite like how we're the stupid ones for not knowing this detail he himself had yet to mention about his misadventures in the hospital.

 

[Adamska]

So I'm back from my one day vacation, check the site, and see more glorious posts by Jon Sweet, Professional Manbaby. Alright, let's do this:

Blah blah yab yab yab yab yab yab yab yab yab yab blah.

Shut up, moron.

This is an improvement over the Whitewash Jones speak old boy, but I'm sorry to say that:

I mean, if you wanna act like a child, might as well treat you like one.

I have a lot of anger management issues, thanks to my college experience and to the man you pinheads think you're being so cute in dubbing "The Beau"

That's cute, you literally go with the anger management excuse as to why you shouldn't be shat on and mocked. Newsflash broski, that excuse doesn't fucking work. It won't because A: while you act like a child, you are legally an adult; therefore people will expect you to fucking act like one. B: You don't try to actually hold back, apologize, or fix those anger issues in the slightest. I have anger issues myself, but I try damn hard to not let it get the better of me, and I try to make things right if I lose it. I know damn well that just because I'm impulsive doesn't give me an out; it just means I need to work even harder at channeling it in appropriate ways. You on the other hand just want asspats free of charge and will use any excuse not to face the music.

and maybe my family decided it was best if I simply focus on my writing so I don't blow my cork and put a knife in the throat of the next boss who screws me over-- I don't know.

Nahh, pretty sure they'd prefer you to go get your head examined. I mean, your druggie bro goes to rehab to try and get off the drugs, and your mom seems the type to want to claw out of the gutter what with her business attempts. Actually, you are the only person in that family that doesn't want to do stuff to make life better, and just expect others to do it for them.

I agreed, uneasily, to sign up for supplementary SSI payments just to help my family over the hump after we lost our shirts on Dale's Folly...

Sounds more akin to her realizing you're unemployable, which is understandable considering how you refuse to try even the slightest things to fix yourself.

but then I began having problems with my throat from spending long hours outdoors in the summer and not hydrating properly.

And you've yet to bother even getting it checked out. I mean, it could only possibly be something like esophageal cancer or something magical like that.

No employer wants a worker who coughs constantly, has trouble breathing when he gets too excited, and grunts instead of speaks much of the time.

@MarineTrainedTard and @MrsFrizzle both covered things I would say on this. While many jobs do deal with customers, many do not. And hey, why not use that degree training to do things like write for a Rightwing Online Newspaper? Or CRACKED? Or any other Online Periodical. Oh yeah, lazy welfare leech who doesn't want to work.

Add to this my brother's growing addiction, his stealing to support it, and his growing belief that he could take care of our money better than we could, and before long we were really in a mess.

2/3 people are trying to get this issue resolved. The missing number in that equation is you. Ergo, this attempt to garner pity was about as effective as your attempts to get back into your college, which is to say it failed miserably.

Okay, so I know that my "ex" was a troll... the question is, why?

I think this thread in its entirety perfectly explains why you are a joke

How did she get my number?

Didn't you say she was calling your dormie?

Who put her up to it?

The Dormie maybe?

What did she have to gain from it?

Lulz mostly, since you are the saddest clown in the world Pagliacci.

Or, conversely, what did they agree to protect her from for doing it?

Probably nothing since you are the dumbest and most incompetent fucktard to ever exist. You almost make Fuckbot look more competent at being a danger, and that's the worst fucking thing on this planet.

I plan to get in touch with her to ask what the deal is.

Because this totally fucking worked last time you tried. Oh wait, it ended in utter failure in every way, and this plan will probably just amount to you getting yet another ban after sending letters of sheer ass ache to a lady who most likely forgot about you completely. Jon, bashing your face into that wall will only flatten your face more into the shape of a thumb. Don't do it.

I mean, you say my problem is I never ask the right questions... but you never really explain how that works when everyone around you constantly lies, do you?

The only liar in this thread is you Sweets.

Agreed. I only wish to address one complaint from our "friends" about how I have trouble drawing hands....

That is actually how my hand looks. I'm double-jointed, esp, in my little fingers, which bend at a weird angle when my palm is fully splayed.

This totally excuses any other structural fuckups in your work, like the readability, the color layout, the font, the wording, the inking. Yep. All of that went away in a poof if light.

So... instead of cutting the cancer totally out of the body and throwing it away, you're going to tell it that everything will be fine if they just agree to restrict their movement to one small area?

Yeah, this'll end well.

Because the mods have to cater to you, and they can't do that for the other members on their site like @Treenbeen and fellas. You do realize this attitude is why people you call "friend" mostly pity you and slowly grow to hate you as you demand more from them right?

As long as there's no lying, misrepresentation, personal attacks, or suddenly dredging up bad memories out of nowhere just to win an argument, and the mods are agreeable, I suppose it's all right.

This is why you're going to immediately start sobbing and demanding that the thread be closed when facts get slapped into your malformed skull. Because I know your type Jon, you're a chickenshit who wants the last words, but is too cowardly to stand his ground. I predict you'll start doing this within the week.

Okay, if I may address a specific post: I did not buy the stolen mower. That was all Dale. I told him not to, but he did it anyway. I said I had a bad feeling about it; he told me to "go piss up a rope", gave some mangled "inspirational" speech about tolerance and their money being green, and paid Junior $20.

Why the fuck do you treat the $20 as if it was your own money then you clown? I also like how the Beau basically told you to stop being a fucking racist because black people give you the willies. He may be my favorite guy because of that.

The police officer who came to visit us only confirmed my suspicion that the kid was a bad egg. He saw the mower was returned to the rightful owner (I couldn't leave the shop to return it personally, as I was alone that day and busy handling a customer when the uniform showed up-- not exactly good for business).

Hey, what happened to you being treated like the manager? Oh. Looks like you weren't, and all you had to do was answer questions, doubly so since in the next batch of lies I quote down, you say the Beau was the one that handled the crisis. Good job at keeping your lies consistent you dishonest hillbilly.

Dale, when he returned later in the day, had to go to the police station and settle the matter officially. I gave him hell over it; Mom gave him hell for it later, and I think it made him really resentful. I didn't like being essentially a narc, but apparently that was my job. Hey, I don't make the rules. That's just how it was.

So what you're saying is you lied to your mom, who sounds like she was a co-owner of the shop, because you didn't like your boss doing things like trusting and allowing coloreds into this here fine establishment. And on top of that made the theft into a big fucking deal when the issue was resolved quite quickly.

The best thing is that this type of stuff is very common in stores like this. Anything that deals with moving and selling items will have this happen at one point or another. So in reality, you're sperging about something you have no stake in other than a man in blue asking you questions.

By "my $20", I meant roughly the commission that would be owed to me for selling one mower.

Oh wait, so you do get paid. So what now, you gonna claim this was a detail you forgot? Because remember dummy, details and omissions are major points in how you can tell someone is lying like a fuck.

I've never said Chris was wrong for accepting his "tugboat", I've said how he manages it is bad.

I'd get the quotes where you mock welfare, but I feel too fat and lazy to do so.

If what the CWCiPedia says is correct, he spent five grand on Legos. For this I could pay for one semester at A-State, or remodel my entire bedroom with plenty left to give the kitchen and bathroom a fresh coat of paint.

And you can't stockpile your money because? Oh yeah :Insert excuse about how brother/mommy controls me, despite being a full grown man:.

And no one has stepped forward and, if not cut him off entirely, at least taken over his finances?

If you slowed down your A-logging on how you're so much better than Mr. Chandler, you'd know his parents (his Mom now) control most of the Tugboat. He pays most of it off as bills.

At least the money I paid on my brick went for a good cause, and I could have put it into the wall of my apartment at the doll shop-- you know, it being real, not rainbow-colored plastic.

This is so lulzy it hurts. You diss Chris for Legos, when you buy basically the same damn thing for the same damn reason. Yes. Go on about how much better and more responsible you are than Chris. It'd be wrong, but do go on. I need more laughs.

Then why do you compare me to Chris constantly, if it isn't "helpful"? Only trolls have actually bought any of his art off eBay, out of either genuine pity or just to string him along and make him think he has loyal fans for a cheap laugh.

Because you regularly A-log about him, and try to say you're better. Newsflash Sweets, you ain't! Chris has some control over his tugboat, can drive, has more initiative and drive, has worked an honest day in his life on his own volition, gave to the community, is more forgiving to his enemies, is capable of some self-reflection, and is a more open person than you. He also has people that actually would give him money for content, while you get NOTHING.

For fuck's sake, you make A-log look competent; at least he tries to fucking do what he wants and has very small success in the shitty Youtube VA market.

You are literally the MOST incompetent person I've seen, sharing the position with Fuckbot.

Hopefully I will know more after I've contacted this young lady for her side of the story.

Spoiler

You won't.

I had made several other sales I had yet to see any payment on, so naturally I was bothered that he would give the kid $20 dollars, no questions asked. And despite how to try to bend reality and logic to make him sound good, he was just a fair-to-midline shade-tree mechanic, and had no business experience.

Ah, more details that you conveniently bring up to try and make yourself look more sympathetic. Also so fucking what if the Beau was new to business? You had NO marketable skills for what you pissing did. So why should YOU get the pass while HE doesn't? Oh yeah, because you're you.

Everything you do is wrong. You lie, misrepresent, deliberately make my enemies out to be the heroes in every story, and get far too personal in your attacks (e.g. bringing up my mother's attack every chance you get, even when the topic at hand has nothing to do with it). Nightspade and Northsider never did that. Your advice and suggestions are unworkable, laughable and impractical at best (e.g. buy a bicycle to ride around on in a town without sidewalks, or saying I should walk home from the hospital, through a black neighborhood, at night). Are you that stupid?

Oh goody, you've read my posts Sweets; nice to see you've been keeping in touch here. You see Sweets, you don't need a sidewalk to bike much in the same sense that you don't need a sidewalk to walk. Hell, the one time I walked for five miles, I did it on the side of the road. It's actually pretty safe and easy so long as you don't do something stupid like do this with the traffic.

And nice bout of racism. Also, hi new details! Come on in! This does lead me to yet another question: Wasn't the clinic originally in the boonies, like where there was nothing there? Oh yeah, you're a bad liar.

There's no inconsistency. I told the cop my side of the story, smoothed things over and gave him the mower to take back to the original owner. Dale had to go downtown to make things official, but, really, I had to save the day on this one. Of course, there would have been no problem if he had listened to me to begin with.

Was this before or after you said that you didn't earn money? Also was this before or after you admitted to being just a stockboy or clerk at best?

I purchased two bricks. I knew I'd never see the one at ASU as long as the faculty advisor remained in power there. The second brick, with my name and website carved into it, remains on my desk as a (admittedly pricey) momento to remind me of happier times.

This means that you bought those bricks for the same reason why Chris bought all those Legos. They both remind you of happier times. For Chris, when he was a teen in high school, for you, college. So much better than Mr. Chandler!

I have a CD-ROM burner now. I just don't know if it's compatible with my Win 6.0 equipment. I still have yet to hear back from the geek at Computer Depot about transferring my files.

So I'm calling it right now: you're never going to use or bother to get around to doing whatever inane shit you "plan on", since this changed from "need to get one" to "have one but don't know if it will work". My prediction is that you'll either say it's not compatible, or you'll bitch about not knowing how it works.

Since you don't have anything else; you just want to sit and fail. And fail. AND FAIL.

Not if you people stop your hack job on my life and reputation. Get out of my way and let me sell more books and comics so I can make enough money to live the way I see fit.

Jon; you do that to yourself. We just remind you of it like the Dark Forces of Ravenloft.

 

[MarvinTheParanoidAndroid]

and maybe my family decided it was best if I simply focus on my writing so I don't blow my cork and put a knife in the throat of the next boss who screws me over-- I don't know.

Agreed. I only wish to address one complaint from our "friends" about how I have trouble drawing hands....

That is actually how my hand looks. I'm double-jointed, esp, in my little fingers, which bend at a weird angle when my palm is fully splayed.

Your pinky connects directly to your wrist, is the longest finger on your hand and completely lacks a metacarpal? Last I checked, being double jointed didn't fucking do that you hack-shit of an artist. Being double jointed doesn't have a Goddamn thing to do with the criticisms we gave.

(e.g. bringing up my mother's attack every chance you get, even when the topic at hand has nothing to do with it).

You literally hid inside the house as you watched her get beaten half to death. You could have gone into your garage and grabbed a tool to use as a weapon [preferably a power tool] to assault the gang with to save your mom, you could have driven the family car toward them and maybe hit a few of them [you tried to murder your brother so why not?] you could also have called the cops and that's if this story is even true. Given how often you change this story, I wouldn't be surprised if it were entirely fabricated to squeeze sympathy out of other people in the vain attempt at getting them to be as equally racist as you are.

Nightspade and Northsider never did that.

You came to the wrong neighborhood.

Your advice and suggestions are unworkable, laughable and impractical at best (e.g. buy a bicycle to ride around on in a town without sidewalks, or saying I should walk home from the hospital, through a black neighborhood, at night). Are you that stupid?

Not only can you ride a bike on the road like a vehicle [which is how they're meant to be used, by the way] but if you get a mountain bike, you can ride it on the grass. Also, prove to me that you have to go through said bad 'hood to get to your house; list the name and address of the hospital you were "stuck" at.