When I visit a blog and read what they have to say, I am no more objective when I meet a drunk on the street who is babbling on; I expect content suiting to the deliverer – just as we wear suits to weddings and interviews. While visiting this poorly made site full of flashing text, cliché animated gifs and, an obvious FrontPage template, I treat what they have to say in the same manor I would a 8 year old child in a discussion about the meaning of life – I humor them, then move on. There is such a thing as “net-prejudice”.