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

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The Sweetinator dijo:
It said I should use power tools on them or run them over with a car. How else can you interpret that, jackass? Kill the thread now, or else you will be the one held held responsible when your line of blah-blah costs someone their job or possibly their life. Already I'm going after "Leo Greer" in a letter-writing campaign because one of you dropped the dime about his $500 ploy. Once that gets out, that bald little gnome loses his job, the flag on my records will be dropped, and they will hand me a golden ticket back into A-State. How many more scalps do I need to collect on my belt before you pinheads leave me alone??
 
Illiterate Hillbilly dijo:
It said I should use power tools on them or run them over with a car.
I already explained why you're wrong already, so by all means go right back up to my previous post (#5678) and read the first statement again. If that still doesn't make sense, then kindly explain where you lost understanding. I ain't explaining shit again until you at least reach a bit further Sweets.
Lazy Illiterate Hillbilly dijo:
How else can you interpret that, jackass?
Reread what I said dude.
Lazy Delusional Illiterate Hillbilly dijo:
Kill the thread now, or else you will be the one held held responsible when your line of blah-blah costs someone their job or possibly their life.
Aww you think we're scared of people who are too busy living their lives right now who also have no real reason to hate us like they do you. That's cute. Alternatively, you're trying to threaten us with something you'll do and that's just precious considering you can't even properly blackmail the Dean and actually incriminated yourself by making pedophillic images to slander them.
Lazy Delusional Retarded Illiterate Hillbilly dijo:
Already I'm going after "Leo Greer" in a letter-writing campaign because one of you dropped the dime about his $500 ploy.
This'll go about as well as your other letter writing campaigns, or the terrorist threats, or murdering your bro, or all those get rich quick schemes you got into: hilariously ineffectual to the point where the only thing that changes is how much time you have left on this planet. Alternatively you get another crime slapped on you along with the other one you're still wanted for.
Lazy Delusional Autistic Retarded Illiterate Hillbilly dijo:
Once that gets out, that bald little gnome loses his job, the flag on my records will be dropped, and they will hand me a golden ticket back into A-State.
Lol nah; you still have a restraining order and two decades of shit behavior to explain why they can refuse you. They also are a private institution so lol.
Lazy Delusional Autistic Butthurt Retarded Illiterate Hillbilly dijo:
How many more scalps do I need to collect on my belt before you pinheads leave mealone??
When you learn that we won't until you actually get over yourself you entitled faggot.
 
I'm behind on this thread because I'm still astonished that he keeps that Charlie Brown forelock. The only way it could get more Peanutty is if it had a literal loop in it, the way Charles Schulz drew that squiggle. I mean, sure, keep the skullet if you want, man, but take a razor to those three hairs. They do not even constitute a comb-over, much less an actual hairline. STAAHP with that thing, Sweetie. It will only get in the way of trying to affix your magic wrinkle-erasing, chin-fixing hairpiece that will finally get you some tail. *snort* *giggle*
 
Icky dijo:
Already I'm going after "Leo Greer" in a letter-writing campaign because one of you dropped the dime about his $500 ploy.

Okay... the fuck is he even talking about here? I like to think I keep relatively good tabs on this thread, but maybe I missed something. What is he drastically misinterpreting now?
 
Sweets didn't piss in jars you dummies. He pissed in the sink like a totally reasonable adult.

Pretty funny that Sweet thinks that you can't pee in the sink and in jars. Bragging about doing the former doesn't -- as he imagines -- disprove that he also did the latter. RAs at ASU still talk about the crazy guy who left a jar of piss in his dorm room after he got expelled. He remains a legend on campus.

Other places and occasions where Sweet doesn't have to "drain his lizard" into a jar:

(1) On long car trips. There's a floorboard right there.

(2) In church. There's a baptismal font right there.

(3) During a fight. His leg is right there.

There's Something Very Wrong With Me wrote:

"I don't have to do anything to your, [sic] or Doc Murky. With the crap he's been saying, do you think my old "friends" at The Herald wouldn't [sic] think twice about retaliation? These are hardcore ghetto gutter journalists, buddy. They won't have someone quoting what they likely thought were private conversations on a public message board, giving away the store and practically naming names despite a pretense at [sic] anonymity. They wouldn't hesitate to hunt him down, drag him off into the woods, and string him up from the highest tree."
So, first he claims that I have no sources and that everything I report is a lie, but he is nonetheless going to torture me to death with his famous bone knife to get me to name my nonexistent sources. Now, everything I relay is God's own truth and so darkly secret that the people Sweet has been stalking, harassing and threatening for almost 20 years are going to kill me for revealing it. Do I have that right?


 
The assumption that we will ever, ever let you be is laughable at best. The only winning move is not to play. :lol:
 
The hardcore ghetto gutter journalists who spend their lives writing about City Council meetings in small Southern and Midwestern cities? Or copy editing other people's articles about same?

What's Sweetums worried about, a major stapler attack? Pencils sharpened into shivs?
 
Jon-

Let me make this as clear as I can, so that even the vestigial pile of carbon you call a brain can process it:

You are not a threat.

You are not competent.

You are not trustworthy.

This thread stays open. End of.
I hear a lot of talking from Sweet, but in the final accounting what does all the talk get him? Being the Farm's bitch.

You're in no position to bargain. We own you. The people have spoken and we do not support your crusade. History will remember Jonathan M. Sweet as a lolcow.
 
Okay... the fuck is he even talking about here? I like to think I keep relatively good tabs on this thread, but maybe I missed something. What is he drastically misinterpreting now?
I've been absent from this thread for a while (too much stress off the Farms crimping my style! |:().

But I digress.

We explained to Sweet that his college dean was not going to allow him to return to school until he had received psychological counseling due to the threats Sweet had made toward other students and staff. (He's never elaborated on exactly where he got that $500 figure, but it was probably his ass.) Of course, Sweet being Sweet, with the moldy funhouse mirror that serves as his mind, turned this into "That dang dirty dean conspired with the hospital psychologists to require $500 worth of mental health treatment that I couldn't afford, effectively barring me from campus under the pretense that I was mentally ill, when really he was threatened by the growing influence of my conservative voice as the new Bad Boy of College Journalism."
 
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Hoo boy, I leave the Farms for just a few hours and come back to this.

I know I've said something like this numerous times, but I don't think someone who admitted he "glazes over" when people try to teach him stuff -- among many other examples of incompetence -- is in a position to question the intelligence of others.

One more bit from this afternoon.
Sweet claimed that a post was "lies." I figure he doesn't understand sarcasm or joking that well, which is incidentally yet another common symptom of autism spectrum disorders -- taking things too literally.

Wow. The delusion really is that intense.

[...]misplace [his] pedo glasses and ObamaCable remote again?
Or Mama Sweet made him do yardwork again.

Also:
Sweet dijo:
that thing whistles like a peanut wagon
Could this be projection? And peanut wagon? No wonder Sweet needs an assistant to relate to the hip young college students of today.
 
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Crazy man dijo:
But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, Dale cheated me out of that. My mom and I completely disagree on this issue. She wants me to forget all about the whole fiasco, but I've vowed to hunt that worm Dale down and destroy him.
Your mom's right - nursing a decades old grudge is mentally unhealthy and why you are stuck in a rut in the first place.
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Icky said:

Already I'm going after "Leo Greer" in a letter-writing campaign because one of you dropped the dime about his $500 ploy.

Okay... the fuck is he even talking about here? I like to think I keep relatively good tabs on this thread, but maybe I missed something. What is he drastically misinterpreting now?

I think it refers to this, which Sweet wrote in November of 2002 -- I just found it and don't think it's been posted here; it's new to me -- so there's no telling why he is suddenly yipping about it as if it were new information. (Search for "500" and it will take you to the usual complaints about Sweet's state-mandated check-up from the neck up and how much it was going to cost.) "Leo Greer" would doubtless be quaking in fear if he knew that Jon Sweet was going to write some more letters.

Then there's this statement: "Enemies: Oh, geez, should he name names? He don't want anyone getting into legal trouble over his a-holery. He's already going to court over it next week (Nov 25 [2002]). Wish him luck."

This is interesting because it represents a court appearance that took place nine years before the 2011 assault on his brother. (Search for "huge gouts of blood.") It would be nice if Sweet would explain the reason for the 2002 encounter with the justice system and what the outcome was.

Since he won't, I offer this theory:

2002 was the year Arkansas State University sent police officers (search for "Deputy Dawgs") to the Sweet residence in response to Sweet beginning to contact the parents of the targets of his campaign of stalking, harassment and threats. While he boasts that the "deputy dawgs" had no effect, he never again contacted anyone's parents. Two possibilities: (1) Lunatic Jon told the officers to fuck off, so ASU, his victims' parents and a district attorney hauled him into court; or (2) ASU knew they were dealing with a psycho asshole and the officers were there simply to deliver a summons notifying Lunatic Jon of his upcoming court date on any number of possible criminal charges for which he had already been indicted based on complaints filed by ASU and the victims' parents. Did he get jail time? A restraining order? Or did the judge rule him non compos mentis? Can't tell; not even sure which county the case was tried in.
 
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So Sweet has "vowed to hunt that worm Dale down and destroy him." No one told him that Jesus (of whom he claims to be a follower since he said he goes to church) said, "But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses."
 
John Serpenttongue said:
That's part of you morons' nattering little head-canon that you can''t shut your gob about, like the pee jars Doc Murky claimed were found in my dorm room when I checked out--no, correction, was forced to leave ASU.

For the record, the RA found only one piss jar in Sweet's dorm room after his departure. And that is the number I have reported. That Sweet denies leaving multiple jars behind is . . . interesting.

Given his long history of peeing into inappropriate containers, Sweet will have to admit that, in his haste to clear the room, it is at least possible that he may have overlooked and left behind one lone jar that somehow became separated from the large crates in which the others were stored.
 
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