Julian Assange moves like a hunted man. In a noisy Ethiopian restaurant in London’s rundown Paddington district, he pitches his voice barely above a whisper to foil the Western intelligence agencies he fears.
He demands that his dwindling number of loyalists use expensive encrypted cellphones and swaps his own as other men change shirts. He checks into hotels under false names, dyes his hair, sleeps on sofas and floors, and uses cash instead of credit cards, often borrowed from friends.
THEY are really getting to him. Brave Sir Asschapeau is to New York gangster "Duke" as THEY are to Lamont Cranston..aka..The Shadow!
"I'll be there. I'll be there. Around every corner, in every empty room. As inevitable as your guilty conscience."
I know. I know. To expect Assange to have a conscience is a rather large assumption to make.
The encomium nauseatingly continues:
“By being determined to be on this path, and not to compromise, I’ve wound up in an extraordinary situation,” Mr. Assange said over lunch last Sunday, when he arrived sporting a woolen beanie and a wispy stubble and trailing a youthful entourage that included a filmmaker assigned to document any unpleasant surprises.
In his remarkable journey to notoriety, Mr. Assange, founder of the WikiLeaks whistle-blowers’ Web site, sees the next few weeks as his most hazardous. Now he is making his most brazen disclosure yet: 391,832 secret documents on the Iraqi war. He held a news conference in London on Saturday, saying that the release “constituted the most comprehensive and detailed account of any war ever to have entered the public record.”
Oh good god. Set up a groupie camp outside his pad why don't you? Sophisticated man of mystery sporting a beanie and "wispy stubble". Crimeny. Oh, and lest we forget, Julian's a regular Wile. E. Coyote:
Much has changed since 2006, when Mr. Assange, a 39-year-old Australian, used years of computer hacking and what friends call a near genius I.Q. to establish WikiLeaks, redefining whistle-blowing by gathering secrets in bulk, storing them beyond the reach of governments and others determined to retrieve them, then releasing them instantly, and globally.
Redefining "whistle-blowing" or enabling cowardly people who don't have the moral stones to stand up publicly against what they perceive to be wrong actions? Whistle-blowers have stones. Bradley Manning had none (at least in a figurative sense). In this regard, Wikileaks is after all not all that different than more traditional media outlets who thrive on such cowards and people with petty vendettas.
Oh, but wait, you know, Brave Sir Julian is really a lot like Bond. James Bond. Seriously. The encomium continues:
Mr. Assange has responded by going on the run, but has found no refuge. Amid the Afghan documents controversy, he flew to Sweden, seeking a residence permit and protection under that country’s broad press freedoms. His initial welcome was euphoric.
“They called me the James Bond of journalism,” he recalled wryly. “It got me a lot of fans, and some of them ended up causing me a bit of trouble.”
Within days, his liaisons with two Swedish women led to an arrest warrant on charges of rape and molestation. Karin Rosander, a spokesperson for the prosecutor, said last week that the police were continuing to investigate.
In late September, he left Stockholm for Berlin. A bag he checked on the almost empty flight disappeared, with three encrypted laptops. It has not resurfaced; Mr. Assange suspects it was intercepted. From Germany, he traveled to London, wary at being detained on arrival. Under British law, his Australian passport entitles him to remain for six months. Iceland, another country with generous press freedoms and a strong WikiLeaks following, has also lost its appeal, with Mr. Assange concluding that its government, like Britain’s, is too easily influenced by Washington. In his native Australia, ministers have signaled their willingness to cooperate with the United States if it opens a prosecution. Mr. Assange said a senior Australian official told him, “You play outside the rules, and you will be dealt with outside the rules.”
Some serious lovin' for Asschapeau, no? Guys. Get a room.
I can't take it any more.
The New York Times = Encomiums for Self Important Leftist Weasels R Us.
They are made for each other. Sheesh.
And, why should we believe he may be a little bat-guano crazy? The answer is quite simple. His compatriots think so. He's acting a bit like Doctor Evil:
But if Mr. Assange is sustained by his sense of mission, faith is fading among his fellow conspirators. His mood was caught vividly in an exchange on Sept. 20 with another senior WikiLeaks figure. In an encrypted online chat, a transcript of which was passed to The Times, Mr. Assange was dismissive of his colleagues. He described them as “a confederacy of fools,” and asked his interlocutor, “Am I dealing with a complete retard?”
In London, Mr. Assange was angered when asked about the rifts. He responded testily to questions about WikiLeaks’s opaque finances, Private Manning’s fate and WikiLeaks’s apparent lack of accountability to anybody but himself, calling the questions “cretinous,” “facile” and reminiscent of “kindergarten.”
Couldn't be that Brave Sir Julian is the "retard". Nahh. He's a Super Genius. A publicity craving super genius.