Better than the unique view counts, better than the edition saves... there it is: the reflexive, unknowing, unstinting downvote!

Consider how better to know if one's had any effect in this world than that proof positive someone's had a reaction, however autonomic, reassuringly reflexive and blissfully mindless. Let people that compose sentences worry about the commenting and reading and understanding, all the egghead stuff.

Me? Give me that pot-calling-the-kettle-a-fascist, ever-loving everyman true-believer's lizard brain tongue-flick of a downvote — cast without having made it to the start of the first paragraph of course — every time for consolation that when I go to my reward, I'll have heresied against their dogma, blasphemed against their rote trigger:response zero-sum vote manipulation daze, and shaken my fist in anger somewhat less impotent for having done it.

Their vapidity is why tears like those are considered such a delicacy.