Real journalism is dead in America.
So let me try to write something that passes for journalism these days:
Evidently Jennifer Griffin never actually beat a puppy to death with a baseball bat. However, an anonymous source told somebody who told me that Griffin apparently took a drunken swing at a puppy, but missed.
Where do I go to collect my Pulitzer Prize?
Why does Jennifer Griffin drown kittens for sport and amusement, in between her main business of child sex-trafficking?