Going for the ‘Big’ scoops
Miranda Devine. Looks great. Writes great. But don’t let her last name fool you. Divine isn’t what DC thinks of the New York Post star columnist.
Miranda: “This book took me four years. Was I scared? Yes. All the time. I don’t know how the deep state will react to it. This deals with the ‘Laptop From Hell’ — the title of my best seller a few years ago. This one’s about Hunter Biden, big tech and the dirty secrets President Biden tried to hide.”
Publisher: Broadside Books. Title: “The Big Guy: How a President and His Son Sold Out America.”
Australian Miranda also writes for an Australian news service. Her father was once executive editor of the New York Post. Her veins carry ink.
Tuesday night was her book party at the Upper East Side hangout, Dave Goodside’s Beach Cafe. The burgers — free. Also the BS.
Miranda: “This information, the knowledge behind this coverup — Biden’s corruption — originally came through what Rudy Giuliani knew. The FBI — supposed to keep us safe — knew this, hid it, kept it covered, yet this is the agency now supporting Kamala.
“Rudy tipped me off. I was last to know of this massive coverup. Censorship by big tech. Plus our own CIA who put out a pretender laptop.
“I had to write this. To know how this laptop from hell hid the tale of millions of dollars going to the Bidens. How he got away with becoming president while nobody understood how he lived in a mansion.”
So how does one get away with squirreling out this information?
“Back channels. There were covert threats, legal warnings. Told my life would be ruined. I just had to know that truth is protection itself. And that my back was being protected by the New York Post.
“Look, Beijing, Washington, the druggie son, Hollywood all came knocking. So did degenerate spies. But Hollywood would never do this story. Why? Because nobody in Hollywood would knock Democrats. Or Joe Biden.
“This deals with how a sitting president and his son sold out America.”
Finding their payday power
Meanwhile, for people besides Miranda, how did they make their first million?
Edie Falco once told me: “The minute I saw a few dollars suddenly coming in, I quickly moved out. It wasn’t exactly a million, but it was the first big paying job.
“My initial paycheck went for real estate. By that, I mean just something decent. I’d lived down in Greenwich Village, in a dinky studio walkup. On the fifth floor. And with no bathroom, yet. Boy, I sure didn’t waste time moving.”
For simpler folk like myself and Judy Collins, it was dinner on Third Avenue, between 79th and 80th streets. Due restaurant. Manager Ernesto fed us pasta with shrimp and red sauce.
Everyone’s flashing their boobs in the street. Working mothers will soon use Hooters as a daycare center.
For sure mainly in New York, kids, mainly in New York.
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