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

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New Sweetblog. At this rate he should call the series Fridays after Friday.

It's a good 'un. Sweet tries to convince us that he works hard and had more fun at college than any of us. He also proves that he's always possessed an amusing lack of self-awareness, republishing one of his Bad Boy Herald columns which begins as a standard bar bore rant about how modern art is rubbish, but quickly detours to reveal he's been peeing in jars since boyhood.
Yep. And he confirmed that he wasn't a political columnist. Yet another trope from his personal narrative debunked.
 
You are a coward who cannot win an honest, intellectual discussion, which is why you were taking potshots on AJM, and why you are taking potshots at dA when AJM stopped being a perfect little hugbox.
Good point - AJM is on lockdown, if Sweets wanted he could just rant and rave there and none of us would know about it. He posts in dA because he wants us to see his rebuttals - he really thinks he can prove us wrong, even after being trounced absolutely every time and in every place he's tried.
 
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Work at the office all day, supper in the caf come five p.m., TV in the evenings, a quick workout in the weight room, then back to my room to spank one off on the phone with my best girl before bed. There's my idea of heaven.

You know, he could have his dream life now if he just moved to Litttle Rock, got a job, found a local buffet, got a digital converter or even cable, joined a gym, and dialed a phone sex line for a couple of minutes every night and used his favorite girl. He's right that these are not unreasonable things. He just needs to go somewhere other than ASU for them.
 
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You know, he could have his dream life now if he just moved to Litttle Rock, got a job, found a local buffet, got a digital converter or even cable, joined a gym, and dialed a phone sex line for a couple of minutes every night. He's right that these are not unreasonable. He just needs to go somewhere other than ASU for them.
You're right. His dream life is actually stupidly accessible if you remove the campus aspect. Buffets aren't expensive. I don't know how expensive phone sex is but it's probably not that bad. I'm pretty sure a single man could afford all these things if he worked for them, and a reasonable amount of work at that.
But of course that's the problem - he'd have to actually work for them and not just get them magically handed to him.

Does anyone know if he was on scholarship for ASU (unlikely) or Mama Sweet was footing the tuition bill?
 
You're right. His dream life is actually stupidly accessible if you remove the campus aspect. Buffets aren't expensive. I don't know how expensive phone sex is but it's probably not that bad. I'm pretty sure a single man could afford all these things if he worked for them, and a reasonable amount of work at that.
But of course that's the problem - he'd have to actually work for them and not just get them magically handed to him.

Does anyone know if he was on scholarship for ASU (unlikely) or Mama Sweet was footing the tuition bill?

Wait why does he long for phone sex over actual sexual contact?
 
In these modern times, he could go to a camgirl site and actually see the girl he's talking to!

He could absolutely have the things he wanted if he had a job, he could rent a garage apartment somewhere, and watch TV and faff about on the internet. But of course that will never happen.
 
Sweet's lack of a filter when posting that along with the piss bottle thing serves to further illustrate the apparent fact that Sweet's projection tendencies make him think that if it's normal and acceptable to himself, then it's automatically normal and acceptable to everyone else.

Thanks for reminding me about the fact that Mr. Sweet, even as a teenager, was too damned lazy to walk to the bathroom.

I've only known of one other person who engaged in that type of behavior. His name was James Otto Earhart. If Mr. Earhart's collection of jars was full, he was also known to simply roll over in bed and pee out the window.

Mr. Sweet wrote: I joined a prestigious honor society@, still have my PGM pin.

As far as I can determine, Mr. Sweet is the only person who regards this group as "a prestigious honor society." All of its chapters seems to be located at bottom-feeding to barely mid-tier universities. The only state flagship university rated in the nation's Top 150 with a chapter is the University of Arkansas (No. 135). There are no Ivy League chapters, and no chapters at any other elite public or private universities. The group is also strangely silent on what type of eminent academic record is necessary to join the elite ranks of its membership.
 
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That happened right after Sweet was kicked off the paper. Sweet believed that he was once regarded as a "god," and he thought he realized he "fell from grace," and then he broke down crying - after seeing the defaced poster.

That post by Meowthkip has more of that story in it.
I thought he said they put it on his door and cut a hole for the peephole where the nipple was.
 
You know, he could have his dream life now if he just moved to Little Rock, got a job . . .

Most employers these days do at least a rudimentary Internet search on job applicants. Before he begins hunting for work, Mr. Sweet should probably take down his online tirades about how the next boss who tells him what to do or how to do it is going to get "a knife in the throat."

Iconoclast sounds like a serial killer in a novel even looks like it. @Dr. Merkwurdichliebe What if Johnny boy went to Morehouse instead of ASU?

Well, because the entire campus is "a black neighborhood," I suspect that he would never leave his dorm. Of course, after his roommate was introduced to Jigaboo Junction and Broke Black Mountain, with its cast of "Many Coons," he might really never leave the dorm, not alive anyway.

We have previously discussed the fact that, despite Mr. Sweet's wailing about the progressive apparatchiks who ruled ASU with a rod of iron, he fared much better there than he would have at many other schools. At my alma mater, several of his sociopathic escapades would have resulted in him receiving a beatdown that would have permanently modified his behavior. Nor would it have taken the faculty and staff more than three years to identify him as manifesting a large array of serious mental problems; he probably would have been expelled before the end of his first semester.

I'm even more curious what the rest of the articles Sweet wrote were like. The way Sweet describes it, the readers loved the articles he wrote and showered him with gifts.

According to those who were there, Mr. Sweet's scribblings did generate a lot of mail, but it was not what any normal human would consider fan mail. The readers mostly wanted to know why they were being subjected to error-filled, unoriginal, uninsightful and unfunny commentary by the college's resident weirdo. (For the record: Both of Mr. Sweet's "columns" which we have seen -- the plagiarized SNL piece and grandpa's screed on modern art -- would have received immediate, flat-out F's in any college journalism course because of the number of factual errors they contained. Journalists are funny about that stuff.)
 
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Dr. Merkwurdichliebe, I'm also curious exactly what Sweet was like at student events. I somewhat recall something posted about that earlier, but I can't find it.

why does he long for phone sex over actual sexual contact?
Sweet described how the actual process of chinaphone dating worked in an old post, in that old projecting Sweet-o-Vision:
That's why I like college relationships. They're perfect. Since they're mostly conducted by phone, you get to stay in, you don't have to take the girl out and spend money on her, or even speak to them if you don't want to. You can go three, four hours and not say a dozen words to one another, if you know what I mean. After six months to a year of phone fun, you agree to meet in person. That's the college system. It's how we men lived, and how we were taught.

Also, a chinaphone relationship would supposedly begin with the girl randomly calling the guy (because a girl randomly called Sweet while looking for someone else, IIRC). Things like mutual compatibility or getting to know eachother beforehand supposedly don't factor in.

Chinaphone dating also sounds really, really lazy, not surprisingly.

cut a hole for the peephole where the nipple was
I gather that that was already there and Sweet didn't consider that defacement. The post by @Meowthkip I linked to has more of the story - it was really defaced just after the "fall from grace."
 
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I am morbidly curious to know what these "grotesque table manners" were. How bad could they possibly be?
 
I know there are some other people that probably have more definite answers on what Sweets was like at ASU with regards to table manners, but I'm gonna assume that he was the person that thought that using silverware and cleaning up after yourself was optional.
 
Sweet bragging about being from a family of "gasbags" and that he's a "great belcher" should give you a clue what his table manners in public are like.

Oh yeah, and that crunching loudly on a fistful of peanuts near others thing.
 
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If I recall, Sweet viewed meal time as the perfect opportunity to showcase his comedy routines, which were vulgar and unfunny. I'm not sure if anyone ever hauled him aside and told him to shut up and let people eat in peace.
 
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