Bruce Cohen
Bruce Cohen

I kiss the feet of St Julian of Wiki

As I write, Google returns 56 million results for my search on “Assange”. Pretty intimidating for anyone trying to join the discourse on Julian the Terrible.

Here’s my contribution: Fucking ace, Julian. Make those mothers sweat and shit themselves.

OK, that hardly qualifies as thoughtful input into the debate on media freedom and the right to diplomatic privacy versus the duplicity and venality of the powerful that WikiLeaks has vomited up by the bucketful, but the WikiLeaks saga goes deeper than that. I know I am not alone in feeling a visceral joy at the sheer chutzpah of it all, in the rising — like a surge of searing heartburn — of the inner anarchist within, repressed for so long and finally released.

I know too that I am not the only one who thinks the rape charges against Assange are very likely a desperate deceit given a veneer of cred because they’re coming from the “ethical” Swedes whom, lest we forget, are thick as thieves in arms deal bribery in SA.

Assange has given balls back to a castrated global citizenry, smashing down the closed doors of the mighty and letting some fresh air breeze through the fetid corridors of power. How sweet it smells to hear SA’s foreign minister describe Mugabe as a crazy old man, or the despot of Saudi Arabia call on America to cut off the head of the Iranian snake.

Assange is a rightful heir to the legacy of John Lennon, who understood the need for WikiLeaks decades ago …

I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites

All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians

All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

Go Julian, go.