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The Daily Event
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Every day brings a crush of momentous events. The mainstream media, depleted by budget cuts and early stage obsolescence, is overwhelmed. Important stories go unnoticed. The Daily Events believes that many unreported occurrences provide a better insight into the “real” world than the stage-managed happenings of the power elite. The Event will work tirelessly to bring the stories of real significance to the public attention.
Recent Posts
AutoBarography 8: MY CAREER AS A PETTY THIEF/PART EIGHT
I STEAL A MATCHBOOK FROM MARILYN MONROE PART TWO THAT ARTHUR MILLER? WHO KNEW? It’s 1961. I’m only 18, but my black deeds are mounting. I win an $800 scholarship for high scores on the State Board of Regents exams. I tell my pa...
AutoBarography 8: MY CAREER AS A PETTY THIEF/PART SEVEN
I STEAL A MATCHBOOK FROM MARILYN MONROE PART ONE THE HORNY AND THE DEAD It’s 1961 and Brooklyn isn’t cool yet. It’s still a tributary, sending stenographers and piece workers across the bridge to mother Manhattan. Where colorful lo...
ARE TERRORIST TRIALS A PLOT AGAINST AMERICA?
Igor Yopsvoyomatsky, editor-in-chief of paranoiaisfact.com, answers readers’ questions. Dear Igor, When the upcoming terrorist trials were announced my husband Todd rented a back hoe and started digging an underground bunker in our front yard...
AutoBARography 8: MY CAREER AS A PETTY THIEF/PART SIX
STEALING FROM THE DEAD It’s 1961 and the CIA has decided to ruin my life. It wasn’t enough that they created Islamic fundamentalism to overthrow the Government of Iran, provoked, funded and then ignored insurrections in Eastern Europe, ...
AutoBARography 8: MY CAREER AS A PETTY THIEF/PART FIVE
I MEET THE FIXER It’s 1960. The US is beginning its longest period of economic expansion in history. But as business booms disillusion gnaws at the national psyche. The Russians shoot down the U2, an American spy plane. President Eisenhower...
AutoBARography 8: MY CAREER AS A PETTY THIEF/PART FOUR
RECRUITED BY THE MOB It’s Brooklyn 1958 and nobody has ever heard of the “Mafia.” The word is never mentioned in the black and white B movies (later reborn as noir masterpieces) which we see on rainy Saturdays. There it’s th...

