This is @TripleDip@lemmy.today
The user created an account just 21 days ago and has made 1,544 downvotes compared to 5 upvotes.
The user hasn’t made a single post or comment either.
Yet another example of someone targeting a very small handful of users. Looks like the posts being downvoted are random comments and nothing controversial, but they are all downvoted by this user.
And his five upvotes? Strangely enough, every one of them went to comments made by other serial downvoters.
Hmm. That’s an interesting coincidence.
It seems very targeted, almost like he’s fixated on a small group of users.
Doesn’t seem very happy with some particular Lemmy users. I wonder why he doesn’t just block them and move on with his life? Let’s hope he starts feeling better about his life soon.
That is outlandish. Thank you for bringing this matter before this honorable Court. You are clearly very wise. And since you are me, that makes you doubly wise, which means I must now become doubly thinkful, doubly judicial, and at least moderately hambernoxious about the whole thing.
So I am sitting here rubbing the six hairs on my chin very, very wisely.
I know I look wise because, if I look just past my anime body-waifu-pillow adult girlfriend, I can see myself in the mirror.
Oh my. Look at that man. So thoughtful. So judicial!
Now I understand why this Court appointed me Judge. And Jury. And Appeals Court. And occasionally janitor.
I often remind myself of the wisest person I have ever known: Myself.
But enough about me. Let us talk about you. Who is also me.
Your story brings tears to my eyes. The last time I felt this emotional was when Grandma Wilson, under the influence of what we called “Old-Timers Disease,” mistook one of my LEGO figures for candy, swallowed it, pinched my cheeks, and said:
“Oh, that candy tastes good. Real good. Real, real good. Let me see what you have in your ear. Any candy in there?”
I ran away screaming, and hid under my bed.
My sister assured me Grandma would eventually poop the LEGO back out, so every morning after Grandma ate her prunes, I dutifully inspected the toilet.
No LEGO. I did find a penny once, though, so financially the investigation was not a complete failure.
Anyway.
After reviewing the evidence, Grandma’s digestive history, the six hairs on my chin, and several other facts that have absolutely nothing to do with this case, this Court finds the defendant: GUILTY!
Furthermore, I have developed a sneaky judicial suspicion that the mysterious downvoter may actually be Grandma Wilson herself. I was under the impression that she passed away in 1946, but now I’m thinking I must have been wrong.
Therefore, Granny, you are hereby sentenced to poop no fewer than five times per day until my LEGO is returned, for a period of not less than 1,544 days.
And let the record be perfectly clear: NO FLUSHING. Evidence is evidence.
So say me. This is now Lemmy Law.
This is now Lemmy Law.
DUN, DUN!
