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

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Was reading his thing and he goes off on Rachel Dolezal. First off, hi 3 months ago. Besides that does he not realize that the black community hasn't accepted her either? It's not like liberals have come to her defense ad nauseum. If anything both sides of the political spectrum agreed that this woman clearly had mental issues and they should be handled.

Dude also said "whigger." Aside from spelling it wrong it's also p. racist. I mean to say "acting black" or knowing black culture is a bad thing is kind of fucked. I know casual racism is his gimmick but that stuck out to me.

God damn is Sweets the oldest, whitest motherfucker.
 
Dinner is the main meal of the day. Supper is the smaller evening meal if you eat dinner at midday.

This used to be more standard but I've only known a few elderly Southerners to use it in my lifetime.

This is an interesting topic, and one that has been the subject of academic research.

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From the accompanying text: "The decline of “supper” in the western states, the DC area and around Detroit augurs the end of its exclusive use for the end-day meal, this ostensibly New England practice is not only to some extent retained there, but ingrained in the Dakotas: supper has been extinct, to judge by the usage map, in California, Oregon, and Washington, and lost distinctive meaning in much of the rest of the country."

Link: Maps on Diction and Pronunciation in the U.S.
 
I just realized that Jon is now literally a Forty-Year-Old Virgin. :(

No, we are not. We are not terrified, or even mildly perturbed, by anything he says or does. Strawman.
Some people would be terrified of him returning to ASU if it was even a remote possibility, but not us here: the people at ASU who dealt with him when he was there and have been harassed by him since he hasn't been. Lucky for them sworn, armed law enforcement officers include in their solemn duties making sure that never happens.

But more to the point: I think that kind of conclusion that he reaches is a consequence of his autism. He exhibits great difficulty with the idea that people are individuals with unique perspectives with varying degrees of association and overlap. It's why he conflates the warnings he's gotten from ASU Police with Kiwis fearing his return to campus, why when different Kiwis have posted contradictory ideas or opinions he accuses us as a whole of "double talk." From his perspective everyone in the world is an NPC that operates off a hive mind in the video game that is his life, a game that he can't figure out the "rules" of so he keeps dying and has to repeat the same level over and over again. Forget "progressivism," this is what "The System" truly is.
 
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Jon, sweetie? Not a single one of the posts you grabbed indicate anger at all. Not in the least. They're merely calm, level-headed criticism about your insanely unworkable and perverted ideas. Again, the only one angry here is you. You fail again.

Or, here, let me put it in language you can understand:

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FYI- Just in case your enfeebled brain has trouble processing things, let me make it clear: I'm not angry, I'm laughing at you.


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Here I am getting taken to task for this scene depicting (what I was led to believe is)

See, that's because you're dumb.

Of course I think that's how The System works, because, uh... it kind of does.

No it doesn't.

In college you fairly exist surrounded by a bubble of unreality. I did, at least.

Understatement of the entire thread. Jon, understand: The rest of the world is not as hopelessly inept as you. I graduated from a major college after attending for three years, 1994-1997. It was nothing like what you went through. You are a sad, singular phenomenon.

You obviously should never have been allowed to attend university. It didn't do anyone any good at all. The only happy ending to this story is "And Jon was locked up, alone and forgotten, in a damp, unlit, inescapable basement cell, his only company being the rats, and his own, faint, wheezing sobs."

I'm not running a strip bar or brothel.

Of course not. You can't even run an up-to-date computer. But no, your dream Perv Palace would, in fact, be a brothel.

I just want to build a place where men who never had the money, the brains, or the time for school can live, work, and enjoy college-level amenities far cheaper than a campus would offer.

Men who never had the money, brains, or time for school don't deserve to enjoy college-level amenities. They should either work 'til they die, or starve. Take Jon Sweet, for example.

Applicants to my college-living apartments will be carefully screened to keep out the freaks, weirdos, mutants

You heard it right here, folks. Ol' Knuckleneck would form himself a club that would never have him as a member.
 
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Did Sweet just equate a guy dragging a girl off by the leg to rape her with a girl's friends taking her to the bathroom to puke? Is he really that tone-deaf as to the implications of his page? Truly, he is the most exceptional of individuals.

As for his dog sperging, all I have to say is wow
 
Did Sweet just equate a guy dragging a girl off by the leg to rape her with a girl's friends taking her to the bathroom to puke? Is he really that tone-deaf as to the implications of his page? Truly, he is the most exceptional of individuals.

As for his dog sperging, all I have to say is wow

Oh, yeah. Absolutely. Also:

No R.A. was notified, no official report filed. It was all handled quietly, just as these things always were. Why get authorities involved? No one wanted trouble.

Trouble? A girl barfed in the bathroom. Get the authorities involved? He's talking like they found a heroine smuggling operation in the dorms. It wasn't that big of a deal. Wotta drama-queen!
 
Midway through his post, Sweet says that his friend/mentor at the college newspaper "spent most of his time doing yeoman's work to keep me together". The link goes to TVTropes, because Jon is autistic, and specifically to a trope named "Cloudcuckoolander's Minder".

You might be thinking "that's just euphemistic Troperspeak for "Tard Wrangler"!" You'd be right.
The TVTropes page said:
Bob is a bit off...Put simply, he's hard to understand, talk to, or otherwise work with for everyone except his (long suffering, but inexplicably loyal) friend Alice...This trope is about someone who has the task (be it as a friend or their actual job) of keeping an eye on the resident Cloudcuckoolander, Fish out of Water or other strange person.

It's a tard wrangler. Sweet Bro is admitting that he had a tard wrangler at college. Ergo, he is admitting that he is a tard.

Once again, he so nearly gets it. All he has to do is make the link between "I was a tard Cloudcuckoolander, Fish out of Water or other strange person at college" and "maybe my experience of college was atypical because I was weird".

He won't though. He never will.
 
It's a tard wrangler. Sweet Bro is admitting that he had a tard wrangler at college. Ergo, he is admitting that he is a tard.

Once again, he so nearly gets it. All he has to do is make the link between "I was a tard Cloudcuckoolander, Fish out of Water or other strange person at college" and "maybe my experience of college was atypical because I was weird".

He won't though. He never will.

Well, maybe if we put it in language he understands?

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Uh, senpai noticed me? Ew.

I knew somehow, somewhere, he would just come right out with it and state that a crime in which sex is the weapon is not a crime if performed against "the town bicycle," i.e. a woman who is known to desire a lot of sex that she chose to have, with partners she likewise chose. I knew someday he was going to actually say that, with the full force of his soggy knees behind it. I just didn't think it would be in response to one of my posts. BRB, taking six showers.

Notice also that he doesn't address the disgustingness of the warning to Jonichu's blonde friend that she will probably be raped because she is a "fresh clam buffet." The not-a-RA is happy to state this because she just doesn't care. Because despite the real-life puking woman having friends who helped her when she was alcohol-poisoned, women in Jon's brain just don't give two shits about each other. (Like the "Delilah" character's initial reaction to the woman in adult-baby state: not her problem.)

Damning evidence the third: "Safe spaces" like the one he describes are generally trotted out only during final exams, and, wait for it, not all colleges and universities do this. If you can cheaply and safely destress a student by providing them crayons and playdough, and perhaps a little soft music of which Sweet Bro thoroughly disapproves, then this is a win for everybody. The student doesn't freak out and fail to go to their exams, so the money their scholarship or parents just poured into their education isn't wasted, and except for graduating seniors -- who then happily lend their faces and stories to the alumni magazine and/or university website as shining examples of what XYZ University can do for you -- the student is kept around for another semester as a paying (in whatever direct or indirect manner) customer of the university. Everybody wins, all for the price of a box of crayons.

Notice what Sweet calls his alternative to all this: MANLY. Yup. It's not like we needed one more piece of evidence that Sweet doesn't consider women to be actual students, instead believing that any woman who turns up on a college campus is there for the sexual convenience of Manboobs Guy (I can't believe he expects us to know the guy's name, which he never mentioned, but that's what autismal lack of theory of mind will do for you), and on the troll-a-phone, himself. And according to the not-a-RA character, women should know this and it's their own fault if they don't. Now I want to do some puking.

Basically, nothing in that textwall (he certainly loves the sound of his own voice, which is probably a good thing because nobody else does) changes my assertion at the end of my post, which Sweety Bird was kind enough to quote in its entirety: "That doesn't say anything terribly good about this author." Take, please, his damning admission that his real-life dog habitually barked at black people. It couldn't have been that the owner was subtly or overtly sending signals to the dog that he himself considered People Like That to be dangerous. Nope, dogs are totally known for just evolving prejudices against single ethnic groups out of nowhere. (Sweets: This is called sarcasm. I mean the opposite of what I say in that last sentence.)

I mean, I guess it's great that he just keeps talking, because he keeps revealing more horrifying shit about his mindset and life? But I think we already knew he was wrecked up from the neck up. I'm not sure I was ready for the abyss to not only stare back at me, but provide a lengthy CV of its own worst qualities.
 
Everybody else can sit here and tell you they aren't angry at you and mean it, because they're not. But me? Sure, I'm pretty tweaked about the fact that you've got tons of what tumblr would call "privilege" because of the circumstances of your birth (white, able-bodied, of at least partially sound mind) and it will never be utilized because your fear roots you in place. I'm kind of upset that you actually have a degree and don't use it. And I'm a bit bothered that you would call my friends liars, although that's hardly me being mad and more being astonished that the stray dog nips at the kind hands that surround it. I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised though: the dog knows nothing else.

All of these things hardly qualify as actual "anger" though. More frustration and contempt (and guilt for that contempt) than anything. The exception, of course, is your relationship with your mom. She's the only one you have, and will ever have, and she loves you more than anything or anyone else ever will. You repay her by doing nothing and being no one. You don't even try, which is all she ever wanted...all parents want to see their children do well, but as long as they at least give it the ol' college try (lol) then that would be enough.

That post was and is still entirely accurate. Your unwillingness to see your doom approaching has led to you striking it, and now you're slowly, agonizingly going down. Your mom has been playing "Nearer My God To Thee" for decades, Jon. Decades...
 
So how long was the delay between the time @TheIceCreamMan and @NobleGreyHorse posted and Sweet responded this time?

I think that if Sweet were convinced that he was on Mars, nothing would convince him otherwise. For example, you could show him the sky is blue, but he'd argue (over a week later) that it's really salmon colored (like the Martian sky is) because he saw it that color once during sunset, and you're part of some progressive conspiracy and are an "idiot."

I'm not saying that Sweet literally believes he's on Mars. I'm saying that Sweet seems to have a read-only mind when it comes to certain subjects.
 
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Wait, @ToroidalBoat, are you saying there's yet another entry as of today, following @TheIceCreamMan's post at ten till ten this morning? Or do you just mean the one where he quoted my entire post and used the delightful expression "town bicycle" to refer to the sort of woman who deserves rape?

If he places so much goddamn emphasis on doing things in a MANLY way, he might have done something (like, I dunno, calling 911 from inside the house) while his mother was being beaten up for no reason by four MANLY men. In fact, as you suggest, over nine thousand people have offered ways he could have reacted to that assault that would have been more MANLY than what he actually did, which was nothing... but nothing will convince him of anything on that topic, because he needs to preserve the narrative that anything at all he did would have resulted in his own immediate death. And moms, being women, are expendable, but the world really needs comics about Whitewash Jones and farting oneself awake.
 
And I'm a bit bothered that you would call my friends liars, although that's hardly me being mad and more being astonished that the stray dog nips at the kind hands that surround it. I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised though: the dog knows nothing else.

You repay her by doing nothing and being no one.

Your unwillingness to see your doom approaching has led to you striking it, and now you're slowly, agonizingly going down.

DAMN!

Spot on, @TheIceCreamMan! Right in the spot where Jon's balls would be, if he had any!
 
The realization that Sweet had his own tard wrangler at the Herald is amusing and not at all surprising. You know that in Sweet's mind, it wasn't that he needed "special" attention; he probably viewed the tard wrangler like the guys on TV who hold back the tough guy from beating the shit out of someone. He probably thought the guy was just there to reign in the "baby boy of college journalism" from going "too far" in an article about Ross Perot or something.
It's even on the TV Tropes page
  • Truth in television for people with neurological differences like Autism or Schizophrenia. Family members and other close people usually act like this towards them.
 
Sweet just keeps powerlevelling. Given Sweet's gross habits combined with how he doesn't get along with others, I'm surprised he was even let into college in the first place - even with a "Cloudcuckoolander's Minder." And yet he still thinks he was banned because "liberal conspiracies" and "the System."

As we're all already very much aware, Sweet's goal is to get back into ASU with his name cleared and the charges against him dropped. Sweet's plans on getting to that point? Making money off of Belch Dimension and various writings (more or less all about his college experience), and apparently suing. Those plans also include getting a hairpiece, working out, and seeing a doctor about his throat problems, so he can pass himself off as a hip young college student and creep hit on girls.

And as we also already know, once and if he fulfills his goal to get back in the Garden of Eden ASU - after getting very un-Christian-like satisfaction from getting revenge for moldy old grudges - Sweet's next goal is to change the world with the (still nonexistent) "Teapot Domers." Apparently, from a position as a newspaperman on a college newspaper in Arkansas. Sweet's desired endgame? Of course it's to get the world back to "half-past 1997." In less than 10 years from now. All while living the dream of chinaphone dating, scrumptious buffet dining, and the other perks he's so fixated on. Although I suspect that if Sweet were to get back into ASU and enjoy those perks, he may forget about his goal of founding the "Teapot Domers" and changing the world back to "half-past 1997."

Progress Sweet has made in the past 20ish years towards those goals: ...

Also, I believe it has already been pointed out that his ultimate wish isn't to be an independent adult with a family. Sweet just wants to be an eternal college student, after his one time in a university in Arkansas was his BEST TIME EVER.

I apologize if I'm just repeating stuff that's already been said, but it's baffling just how unfeasible Operation Half-Past 1997 is, and how Sweet has pretty much wasted half his life (so far) waiting for it.
 
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