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

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He's the oldest. EMT brother is next oldest, then the brother who has had the drug abuse issues.

So far, EMT brother is the only one who's been married (and divorced), but the youngest brother is engaged per social media. Each brother has one daughter who lives with her mother.

All the other Sweets have very open social media, on which they seem like perfectly normal people with friends and hobbies and all.

Ah, so both eldest and youngest brother have both been far more successful in romance than Dry - Wiener Jon. Nice!
 
Has Sweet ever travelled outside of Arkansas while living there? One of the old photos Sweet uploaded looks like it was taken in Disneyland/Disneyworld.

More likely taken at Dogpatch USA or Chuck E. Cheese. Disney is run by "da progressives."
 
I really want to know what the brothers think of Jon's room. I get the impression that there is a history of domestic violence beyond the assault on his brother. I wonder if they've tried convincing Momma Sweet to kick him out for her own safety?

His mom had better be careful with how far she goes in her campaign to make him work in the jungle yard. He obviously resents it as demeaning manual labor, and we know what he's capable of when someone interferes with his real work. God help her if she tries to cut off his supply of ObamaCable cartoons or Dr. Thunder.
 
Sweet has claimed in various places over the years that he lives in the Missouri Bootheel "with his family," implying that he has a wife and kids. I suspect that he sees "Missouri Bootheel" as an exotic name, a big improvement over "Sweet is a clodhopping, stump-jumping, sociopathic hick who lives with his mommy in a squalid, unincorporated shantytown in the backwoods of Arkansas."

Online records suggest the Sweet family did live in Hayti, Missouri at some point. Hayti is 27 miles from Blytheville.

He has been registered to vote in Arkansas, without interruption and at the same address, since the 1990s. In the college yearbook that he won't shut up about, his hometown is listed as Armorel, Ark., an unincorporated area just outside the city limits of Blytheville. (It's possible that the area has been annexed by Blytheville without the online maps being updated.)

The Casa Sweet mailing address is in Blytheville, but Sweetums has a post office box in Armorel.
 
The Casa Sweet mailing address is in Blytheville, but Sweetums has a post office box in Armorel.

Really surprising that there is a Post Office in this place, which is just outside Blytheville.

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Was it druggie brother or EMT brother that kicked his ass?

Druggie brother was the one he planned to "chop into cutlets" with the ax he claimed to have hidden beneath his bed. The "ax" ended up being some random piece of metal; younger brother resisted Jonathan's righteous assault; and Jonathan ended up in jail, where he contracted some crotch-eating bacterial infection.
 
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Really surprising that there is a Post Office in this place
I may have posted something like this before, but Sweet has probably never seen things like large vibrant cities* (at least not after the age of 5), mountains, the ocean, or any real culture (a college campus in Jonesboro, Arkansas doesn't really count). Being a shut in cooped up in a decaying shack in scenery like the Bootheel area all the time can't be good for one's mental health.

*(although it seems that he thinks large American cities are overrun with excessive liberal rules because of a few news stories)
 
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Online records suggest the Sweet family did live in Hayti, Missouri at some point. Hayti is 27 miles from Blytheville.



The Casa Sweet mailing address is in Blytheville, but Sweetums has a post office box in Armorel.

According to online records, which may, of course, not be up to date, the Sweets bought the house in 1993.

And while the mailing address says "Blytheville," the house appears to be outside the city limits. I suspect that a Blytheville ZIP code overlaps the Sweet property. The Blytheville Chamber of Commerce called for an annexation election in 2009 that would have annexed several areas, including Armorel Estates, where the Sweet house is located. But I can find no records that such an election ever took place. And maps still show Armorel Estates as lying outside the city limits.

On a side note, real estate information for the area gives its schools and crime rates a grade of D (with most categories of serious crime, including murder and sexual assaults, weighing in at well above the national average) and indicates that there is one former drug lab within a mile of the Sweet's address. The average home value in the county is less than half the national average. Sounds like a great place to live.
 
He's the oldest. EMT brother is next oldest, then the brother who has had the drug abuse issues.

So far, EMT brother is the only one who's been married (and divorced), but the youngest brother is engaged per social media. Each brother has one daughter who lives with her mother.

All the other Sweets have very open social media, on which they seem like perfectly normal people with friends and hobbies and all.
Would his name happen to be Benjamin? Because I saw that name in one of his comics.
 
According to online records, which may, of course, not be up to date, the Sweets bought the house in 1993.

Hm. That may actually jibe with Sweet's assertion that the family moved upon his graduation from high school (thus sparing him the indignity of being questioned by others as to why he left his mother out to get beaten).

On a side note, real estate information for the area gives its schools and crime rates a grade of D (with most categories of serious crime, including murder and sexual assaults, weighing in at well above the national average) and indicates that there is one former drug lab within a mile of the Sweet's address. The average home value in the county is less than half the national average. Sounds like a great place to live.

Holy ....

You know what the joke is? The joke is that Sweet will sit on his ever-widening ass and complain that black folks and liberals are the problem. That's right: Jon Sweet, who has done jailtime, whose criminal career is as live as this year (even recently, if you consider his words to Troy), and who refuses to better himself or get a job, blames the country's problems on others. Because, hey, he's certainly not the cause, is he?
 
Would his name happen to be Benjamin? Because I saw that name in one of his comics.
Jonathan, then Benjamin, then Timothy.

As always, Dr. Merkwürdichliebe has the good stuff. Sweetykins lives in an area where there aren't a lot of social, economic, or cultural resources. That has to be a challenge, but our man faces that challenge in his usual inimitable fashion (incoherent blather and doing nothing else).
 
I really think Sweet's mind would be blown if he visited a proper city. I live in a large city for the region, but it's not very big compared to large cities like Chicago, Dallas or the like. But if Sweet came here, he'd probably think he was in some futuristic metropolis.
 
I really think Sweet's mind would be blown if he visited a proper city. I live in a large city for the region, but it's not very big compared to large cities like Chicago, Dallas or the like. But if Sweet came here, he'd probably think he was in some futuristic metropolis.
Oh man, I'd love to see him try and work out something like public transit. Can you imagine him in somewhere like Portland? We have buses, streetcars and trains and all of them are confusing as fuck if you don't know what you're doing.
Though, with his unkempt appearance and unhinged demeanor, he'd fit right in with the population affectionately known as "bug-fuck crazy hobos who live under bridges and angrily shout things."
 
Jon Sweet, who has done jailtime, whose criminal career is as live as this year (even recently, if you consider his words to Troy), and who refuses to better himself or get a job, blames the country's problems on others. Because, hey, he's certainly not the cause, is he?

Only 13 percent of the adults in Mississippi County, Ark., have college degrees. Jon could get a job if he'd promise to leave his bone knives and pikes at home. The problem, as he has pointed out, is that the jobs he could get are beneath him. He went to college thinking that a degree somehow entitles him to sit in an office and get paid -- and paid very well -- to draw stick figures and write clinically insane screeds about politics. Actually working is not part of the deal.

In unrelated news:

I wonder if Jonathan has noticed that the budget bill recently approved by the U.S. House of Representatives includes -- at the fanatical insistence of his beloved Tea Party Republicans -- cuts in Jonathan's :tugboat:, which he receives because of his mental condition reluctantly agreed to accept after being certified as unemployable the government generously insisted that he take a well-deserved "stipend" to fund his welfare queen lifestyle help out at home.
 
Oh man, I'd love to see him try and work out something like public transit. Can you imagine him in somewhere like Portland? We have buses, streetcars and trains and all of them are confusing as fuck if you don't know what you're doing.
Though, with his unkempt appearance and unhinged demeanor, he'd fit right in with the population affectionately known as "bug-fuck crazy hobos who live under bridges and angrily shout things."
We just have buses. And airplanes. I'd bet he'd go insane if he tried to navigate around town. We have actual black people (as well as other not-white folks) here, and he'd be utterly terrified if he ended up in one of the older sections of the city where the working poor live. We have racism, like anywhere else, but it's less blatant.
 
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