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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on February 09, 2014, 05:04:30 AM
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/12568409
Oh my.
CSStrowbridge (100 posts) Sun Feb 9, 2014, 12:33 AM
Jury decisions
Is there a way to appeal a jury decision? Some one made a false claim and I called them a liar and my post was hidden. They said I was beneath their contempt and jury said that post was fine. This seems utterly insane.
NYC_SKP (57,455 posts) Sun Feb 9, 2014, 12:38 AM
1. There isn't, unfortunately. I'm sorry this happened to you. It's happened to me, too.
More than once.
I can't offer any advice other than to try to take it in stride and not personally.
The jury members are selected randomly, there could be six great and sympathetic and thoughtful DU members on that jury.
Or, there might only be two of them and the other four, well, they might be "different"!
Welcome to the club!
hrmjustin (28,096 posts) Sun Feb 9, 2014, 12:49 AM
2. There is no appeal
CSStrowbridge (100 posts) Sun Feb 9, 2014, 05:02 AM
3. Thanks.
Thanks for the quick replies. Shame there's nothing I can do. I'll just have to make sure I'm a good juror if I ever get the chance.
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CSStrowbridge (100 posts) Sun Feb 9, 2014, 05:02 AM
I'll just have to make sure I'm a good juror if I ever get the chance.
Vengeance is mine, sayeth the DUmmie. :lmao:
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(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i475/Delmar59/the-tribe-has-spoken_zpsa2dbaf7e.jpg) (http://s1095.photobucket.com/user/Delmar59/media/the-tribe-has-spoken_zpsa2dbaf7e.jpg.html)
The tribe has spoken DUmmy.
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It's pretty obvious.
Skins is busy playing Candy Crush Saga. Lord Marblehead is caught up in trolling on AdultFriendFinder.com.
Elad is busy doing...well...whatever it is Elad does.
Anyway, the point is none of them want to actually work to run the site anymore, hence the jury system.
Sort of like a prison where the guards just get fed up and let the inmates do what they want.
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Appeals are for murderers.
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It's pretty obvious.
Skins is busy playing Candy Crush Saga. Lord Marblehead is caught up in trolling on AdultFriendFinder.com.
Elad is busy doing...well...whatever it is Elad does.
Anyway, the point is none of them want to actually work to run the site anymore, hence the jury system.
Sort of like a prison where the guards just get fed up and let the inmates do what they want.
During those two days I was a member of the Taverner primitive's message-board, I read something by the long-ago exiled cross-eyed Iowa primitive, the "HawkeyeX" primitive.
The cross-eyed Iowa primitive lives in Denver, off his wife and rides the social security disability gravy-train (partially deaf); he also "fixes" computers and deals in dope on the side, cash only.
He was the one who organized the primitive "get-together" for the 2008 Democrat National Convention.
Skins and Lord Marblehead EarlG were there at the convention; I dunno why the elusive enigmatic Elad's never taken along, as he wasn't in 2012 either.
The cross-eyed Iowa primitive invited them to meet some of their members, at a bar.
My fellow alum Skins didn't want to bother, and deputized Lord Marblehead to go in his place.
Lord Marblehead showed up for half an hour, and sat on the edge of his chair, much more interested in what was on the big-screen boob-tube than in the primitives congregated around him. He had a beer, but never finished it. It was obvious he didn't want to be there, amongst the primitive hoi polloi, the commonplace lower-class lumpenunterprimitiven, and after a few cursory comments, he made up some excuse as to why he had to leave.
The cross-eyed Iowa primitive acted hurt by this, but what did he expect?--Skins and Lord Marblehead are professional Democrats and liberals, after all, with little or no time for their drone "base."
There were some good photographs that came out of that primitive get-together, but I absent-mindedly forgot to collect them.
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When I'm on a jury pretty much every thing flies.
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The cross-eyed Iowa primitive lives in Denver, off his wife and rides the social security disability gravy-train (partially deaf); he also "fixes" computers and deals in dope on the side, cash only.
Are you serious?
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Lord Marblehead showed up for half an hour, and sat on the edge of his chair, much more interested in what was on the big-screen boob-tube than in the primitives congregated around him. He had a beer, but never finished it. It was obvious he didn't want to be there, amongst the primitive hoi polloi, the commonplace lower-class lumpenunterprimitiven, and after a few cursory comments, he made up some excuse as to why he had to leave.
I'm not surprised. Lord Marblehead looks sort of socially awkward; unkept mop head of hair; unshaven Unibomber beard; big, goofy glasses--one of those frustrated nerd types who gets his only sense of bravado from photoshopping conservative pictures into his Lolz pics of the day.
Which, by the way, are typically filled with transparent bitterness and invective, rather than actual clever humor.