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

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Like any 6 year old suffering from severe autism, Sweet will continue arguing in vain even if all the odds are against him. He's hoping people will eventually concede to his tantrums. No theory of mind and all that.
When he first came here he made a comment along the lines of "My main strategy is to argue so much that I tire out my opposition." At the time I took up the challenge and out shit posted him. He seems to have the same strategy on DA and we have the same results.

EDIT- It also looks like he hid a comment. If I remember correctly it was mocking his baldness (as I tend to do). Weird that now he starts blocking shit.
 
I don't think he's claiming those events happened
Oh, I agree fully. The problem is Sweet has a habit of relying on his comic as a semi-credible source that he can use to disprove us on subjects. "Yeah, this girlfriend character I gave my fictional idealized self-insert, she's totes based on a real life girlfriend I had in high school. I bet you gaiz believe me now!"

Believe my comic! dijo:
As for your friends' dumb-ass idea that I grab power tools out of the garage and hack these gang thugs up like something out of a bad movie... well, look at some sketches of the exterior of my house and tell me where the fuck you see a garage, huh, dingus?
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He's done this shit multiple times as seen above. If he's so fucking desperate to let us know his house doesn't have a garage, why doesn't he do what a normal person would do and post actual fucking pictures of his house (oh right, autism). Not that we even care about such a trivial matter.
 
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Oh, I agree fully. The problem is Sweet has a habit of relying on his comic as a semi-credible source that he can use to disprove us on subjects. "Yeah, this girlfriend character I gave my fictional idealized self-insert, she's totes based on a real life girlfriend I had in high school. I bet you gaiz believe me now!"


He's done this shit multiple times as seen above. If he's so fucking desperate to let us know his house doesn't have a garage, why doesn't he do what a normal person would do and post actual fucking pictures of his house (oh right, autism). Not that we even care about such a trivial matter.

I couldn't defend my mother because we didn't have a garage. Unassailable logic right there.
 
Sweet Bro just posted a new journal (some weird, ill-informed analogies between sports and Judaism, and a photo of his old house and front lawn where his mother was attacked by a roaming pack of coloreds).

Also, everytime one starts with "Mood: artistic" I initially read it as "Mood: autistic." :lol:
 
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Speaking of Southerners... I know the World Series isn't a one-day event. It's in the freaking name, fa-Gawds-sakes. Technically the Super Bowl isn't either, if you consider the playoffs running all through January.

Yes it is, Jon. It is a single game. End of.

My brother rednecks approach sport calendar like most folks do the religious one-- if the World Series is Holy Week/Passover (for my Jewish peeps),

You don't have any peeps.

I guess the Bowl would be our Hannukah [sic]. Except instead of latkes, unleavened bread, and gefilte fish, we eat ruffled potato chips, pretzels, and anchovy pizza. Oh, and of course, I completely forgot about auto racing when I did last week's blog. I guess Talladega or maybe Daytona Int'l would be our Mecca what with redneck pilgrims making their way to the track

People practicing the Jewish faith wouldn't make the pilgrimage to Mecca, Jon. Incidentally, the holiday you're referencing is spelled Hanukkah.

to see if our glorious leader Kyle Busch finally puts his foot up somebody's ass this week. And I was hanging out at some friends' place the night they announced Earnhardt had crashed, and, brother, I'll tell you, it was so solemn in that room you'd think a pope had died. Although I'd like to see His Holiness try to fit that big hat of his into one of those little-bitty ol' cabs they have on those rigs... and even the great and forgiving John Paul himself wouldn't have taken Rusty Wallace's lip for too long.

"I was hanging out at some friends' place" - Citation Needed.

He mentions something about the skidmarks he leaves on paper that is TBD:

Speaking of that story, originally the act that cinched Macio's trip to the vet was to be far more explicit in nature.

Nobody read it, so there's no basis of comparison, but go on.

As it was first planned out, Angela brings home her school project, a cat she is dissecting in bio lab, over to Jon's house, and decides it'll be safe to leaves [sic] it in his room while the couple watches TV downstairs. Macio enters the bedroom, via the door left carelessly ajar, spies the cat, and becomes immediately smitten. Hearing a noise all the way down in the living room, Angela and Jon race upstairs to see what's going on, and they catch that randy cat in the act of emphatically having his way with the dead pickled specimen. Angela freaks out. The next panel cuts to an overhead shot of the whole planet shaking in its orbit as she emits a wild, furious scream.


"Hearing a noise all the way down in the living room, Angela and Jon race upstairs to see what's going on, and they catch that randy cat in the act of emphatically having his way with the dead pickled specimen."

"they catch that randy cat in the act of emphatically having his way with the dead pickled specimen."

Again, I'll let the commentary for this write itself.


So his house looks just as shitty as it does inside. Can't say I am surprised.

I believe it was the house he lived in up until leaving his mother out to fend for herself against the fury of the Wu-Tang Clan.

The domicile in question:

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As for your friends' dumb-ass idea that I grab power tools out of the garage and hack these gang thugs up like something out of a bad movie... well, look at some sketches of the exterior of my house and tell me where the fuck you see a garage, huh, dingus?
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Hmm. See that structure on the right, the one with the red truck parked in front of it? That could've been used as a garage easily. All you need to do is clear out anything inside, install a garage door, and ditch your most mentally retarded offspring in a forest during a cross-country family trip, and voila! Garage.
 
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Apparently he got "spiffed up" for a family wedding.

I'm not even going to riff. Let's just count the jowl-busting insult as implied and move on.
You're not going to, but I am.
He shouldn't get "spiffed up". He should get spliffed up for the wedding. Get some blunt but honest advice on fashion. Make an appointment with a tailor at 4:20 PM.

I'm sure the family wedding would be considerably less cringeworthy as a result. (Not that it would eliminate it entirely, but under the circumstances, it would be one of the few ways to reduce it.)

latest journal dijo:
I guess the Bowl would be our Hannukah.
...with all the bizarre analogues flying around dear Sweet's writing, I'm sure he's already considering it. (*snicker* "Bowl")

(...and before Sweet gets any ideas: I don't do drugs. I'm under influence of black coffee. That's right, black coffee. It's not "coloured" coffee. That wouldn't even make any sense.)
 
You don't eat unleavened bread (here, matzoh) at Chanukah, Jon. That's Passover, which is a far, far more important holiday in the Jewish calendar, and which, for convenience of your tiny memory, falls vaguely in the area of Easter, not Christmas. (Easter is also more important in the liturgical calendar than Christmas, but we'll let that be. I mean, why should Sweet know his own religion either?)

Also, John Paul was indeed a beloved Pope, but died after thirty-three days in office, during which he was severely theologically conservative about gay couples, birth control, and abortion, and only cautiously okay with in vitro fertilization (Louise Brown, the first so-called "test tube baby," was born during his reign in 1978). Pope John Paul II was loved by my grandparents and great-aunts, but not for being particularly "forgiving," merely for being Polish. Indeed, John Paul II condemned liberation theology; asserted that the desire of same-sex couples to adopt was "evil"; pushed strongly, but without success, for a mention in the EU Constitution of Europe's Christian roots; and, although he favored the abolition of the death penalty, was no more generally "forgiving" than John Paul I had been.

Religious studies, Sweet Bro style! I also love the image of Jews going to Mecca, only to be, at best, thrown out.
 
Jon on Religion dijo:
My brother rednecks approach sport calendar like most folks do the religious one-- if the World Series is Holy Week/Passover (for my Jewish peeps),
O vey this goy. What a kvetchin schmuck.
Cat Sex and Peanut Butter dijo:
Hearing a noise all the way down in the living room, Angela and Jon race upstairs to see what's going on, and they catch that randy cat in the act of emphatically having his way with the dead pickled specimen.
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"I am totally not as horrible and depraved as those dang dirty Kiwis make me out to be! Here's an unsolicited example from my comic featuring cat necrophilia."
 
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