Too Good To Be True?

Consider this: A political blog. Concerned not so much with R and D but with T&A. Libertarian as hell. Written by hot women.

Sounds familiar, huh? Not so fast, people. We’re referring to a site that went up way back in 2005, when our little web experiment was but a twinkle in our Founding Editor’s eye.

The site had all the makings of a FITS-style smash, before there was even a FITS style. Except that its founding editor skipped the part about hiring hot women, instead lazily adopting as his online alias a snapshot of a Russian mail-order bride. In true FITS form, he bookended his libertarian rants with revealing interludes about the tarty author. It worked.

Things were different for Libertarian Girl. Every day I’d check Technorati and discover new unsolicited links. It was like I had warped into an alternate universe where all the rules had changed. At the rate things were happening, this would have been an A-list blog in a few more months.

Then Libertarian Girl outed himself, lost his readership, and faded into internet obscurity. Soon thereafter, FITSNews legitimized sexy libertarian blogging with actual sexy libertarian bloggers. The end.

Except that there’s been some doubt about the existence of a certain sexy libertarian blogger. Specifically, the net is buzzing with the possibility that I’m not real – a rumor that has prompted a foray into existentialism on my part.

There’s nothing quite like a gaggle of emails questioning your very existence…not to mention the conundrum regarding the appropriate response to such inquiries. That’s one hell of an identity crisis, y’all. Seriously, “I think therefore I am” can only go so far. “To be or not to be” is indeed the question – but how to answer?

Who knew this gig required so much in the way of thought?

Anyway, I thought I’d better set the record straight…until I realized that proclaiming my existence is akin to a schizo confirming the existence of the voices.

Oh, what the hell. I’m real, people.

So says I. What say you? Vote carefully, please…my very existence hangs in the balance.

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