When I was a kid we had a three-legged beagle dog. One day a neighbors expensive dog - a pointer of some variety - entered our property and attacked our dog.
Buddy wasn’t much to look at but he was a scrapper. Even though he was on a chain he kicked the interlopers ass.
The neighbor was aghast and filed a claim for damages. My dad dutifully contacted our insurance company who immediately paid the claim and then demanded a rider on our policy disclaiming any future responsibility for “One Three-Legged Beagle Dog”. It didn’t matter to the insurance company that we were completely in the right and the neighbor completely in the wrong.
The amount of money paid out by the network has no bearing on the culpability of Bill O’Reilly.
You drew a nice parallel there. (That beagle sounds awesome.)
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But the next month was hilarious as he absolutely tore up three of those daffy duck umbrella collars. Finally, the husband cut out the bottom of a five gallon bucket and strapped that around his head to protect the stiches.