You candy ass.
That you can sit up there like that eschewing culpability after so brazenly basking in all the fruits of your underling's nasty little secrets turns my stomach.
Of course, I'm giving the word "secrets" a pretty broad definition. You don't really believe a word that redheaded is spewing, do you? Anyone who's spent time around the journalism biz knows that writers and editors talk constantly about stories, sources and tips.
I wouldn't be surprised if that chick wasn't forwarding the juiciest messages right along with the lot of them, farting and giggling and snickering as they all listened in on what undoubtedly became jokes in the lunch room.
This doe-eyed blinking "I didn't know anything about it" act might work in the short term, but there are plenty more shoes to fall, Murdy. Why ... I do believe I hear one now! Check the 33 minute mark of this podcast, wherein one of your former writers, Bobby Block, tells specific stories about the "flexible ethics" that permeate your empire.
Oh yes, the tongues shall wag, Murdy baby, and when they do, I suspect they will reveal an organization dependent upon filth and lies from top to bottom.
"It's for them to pay" may end up being some of the most famous last words ever.
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Confidential note to the readership: I'll bet Andrew Brietbart is shitting bricks right now.
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