The Fredösphere

I usually choose to keep things light 'n' fruity here at the Fredösphere.  Touchy subjects like religion and politics get ironic treatment from me.  The fact is, I'm probably just cowardly or lazy; the serious posts take too long to write when I'm trying to do them properly, and when I'm in a hurry I manage to write something offensive or crude. Today is different.  Today, I'm going to tackle something serious.  Today I'm going to write something that expresses the Core Value of the Fredösphere.  Today's post is all about

destroying my enemies.

Der Drübermensch has wanted a pool table for a while, so the wifeösphere picked one out on the internet and ordered it for his birthday.  We unpacked it yesterday.  You can look at the miserable piece of trash they call a pool table if you like.  When used as designed, the cue ball cannot roll with enough force to move a ball on the other side of the table.  We were spared the agony of using it as intended, however, because some thoughtful engineer saw to it that a key part would break after about a half-hour of use.  Finally, the surface of the table is warped and flimsy (I hesitate to call it cardboard because that might give you a false impression of strength and stiffness) so the balls tend to huddle despondently in a low spot in one corner. We're returning this piece of junk, and I now call on all visitors to the Fredosphere to form yourselves spontaneously into a vast army to ... uh ... well, I guess military action would be overkill.  Here's the plan:  I'm asking all my readers to spend a few minutes today (let's make it 5:00p.m. EST) to simulataneously not buy this pool table. We will rock the world of internet commerce!  This is the day the gods of on-line purchasing will remember with dread!  I will drink the blood of my enemies from their skulls!  Metaphorically speaking!  Ha, ha!