Sometimes when I see the frontpage of an image board, I imagine it as a photographic narrative of a sort. At this moment, I see the following. A professional argument consultant is moderating a debate between the prophet Keanu Reeves, blessed be his name, and the goddess Eris, busted be her teeth. They are debating the horror of football hooliganism and disagreeing as to whether or not that was the intended meaning behind Edvard Munch's artwork. They digress into a discussion about the quality and character of his brush strokes in general and whether or not they could be truly replicated using various pre-programmed textures in the era of digitally produced artworks. Agreeing to disagree about the nature of Munch's work, they settle upon the fact that football is an admirable sport, so long as it is played on one leg while also standing on your head. At this point, the professional argument consultant picks up a remote control to turn on his TV and watch some reruns of Guatemalan soap operas because he had tired of listening to them prattle on and most consultants are lazy by nature and just phone things in anyway.
Then, some witty Cabbage came along and posted a picture of a fish before I realized that I should maybe go back and take a better screenshot and then I realized that I didn't want to incorporate the fish into this rant, because Murphy's law would dictate that the PPH would suddenly shoot up for some reason and this might take forever and probably wasn't even worth the trouble in the first place.
I must say I am most curious about how an professionally-moderated debate would play out between the collected sage Keanu Reeves (blessed be his holy ball) and the erratic goddess Eris (busted be her holey jaw). I would assume Eris believes Munch's works to be representative of the drunken horrors that plague the shaven turf, but I would not be shocked if Reeves had proposed it against Eris's alternative interpretation.
The fish is clearly a red herring and you, like Reeves in the debate, were right to ignore it. An unenlightened Cabbage is bound to reply "but it is blue!"; and that is what makes it a red herring.