The Case of the Missing Post Numbers

In the previous post, FBB detailed the strange disappearance of the numbers indicating how many posts we had for each month.

I will now unravel the mystery.

First, some background information.

The post numbers were always very important to us, and, I assumed, to our readers as well. Therefore, rather than just have any unaudited number on this page, we felt that we owed it to our adoring public to have our post numbers audited. This would give the readers the assurance they needed that yes, in fact, we had added 20 posts in the month of January 2009, for example.

We found a small accounting and auditing firm, located in New City, NY, a Rockland County suburb. At first, we were a bit hesitant to use this firm, as it was very small. However, they assured us that they could handle our business. In fact, they pointed out, their firm was the sole auditor for a well-known, multi-billion dollar money management firm. Hearing that, we figured that these guys were certainly capable of handling our affairs.

Then, things got strange. It turns out that the multi-billion dollar money manager they were working with was having a bit of trouble with their books. This, in turn, reflected badly on their (amd our) auditors. Concerned, we stopped by their offices for visit, only to be greeted by a dark, empty facility. Apparently, our auditors were shut down by the authorities. (Or, they just skipped town; we're not sure).

This left us without an auditor for our post numbers.

Granted, we could've just run with unaudited post numbers, as so many other blogs do, but that's not how we do things here at IcebergCarwash. Besides, given our high visibility in the blog world, we were afraid of vicious populist-driven uprisings, which could have resulted in Congress taxing us at a 90% rate (that would mean giving about 28.8 ounces of a Big Gulp to the government).

Worse yet, perhaps NY Attorney General Andrew Cuomo would have launched an investigation into our blog, forcing our cooperation by threatening to send his father over here to drone on endlessly about some moronic topic or other, until we were ready to shoot ourselves.

So, I was faced with no choice but to make those numbers invisible.

The mystery is solved.

I'm the culprit.


And I would've gotten away with it too, if not for you meddling kids.