For the Record: Assange, Asylum, and Assumptions

Julian Assange Smug Life. I got 99 problems but a snitch ain't one

Julian Assange Smug Life. I got 99 problems but a snitch ain’t one

Just because I’m going on the road tomorrow and will be away from my computer and THE WAY THIS WEEK IS GOING I EXPECT ALL THE AWESOME ASSANGE/ANONYMOUS/HACKER STORIES TO BREAK WHILE I’M OFFLINE, I’m putting this here so I can be smug later.

Not that I’m not smug by default. But, you know, more. In writing.

It is perfectly clear to anyone with their head screwed on straight that Julian Assange is going to be granted asylum by Ecuador.

On August 12, after 613 days of Assange’s detention (53 of which have been spent at the Ecuadorian embassy in London), WikiLeaks tweeted that an announcement by president Rafael Correa was imminent. Leaving nothing to chance, it used Twitlonger to offer instructions to supporters in case a) the request for asylum was granted or b) things got complicated.

As seems inevitable in every WikiLeaks story, things got complicated….

  • Ecuador announced that, gee, there sure was a lot of material to go over and it would be Wednesday at least before any announcement would be made.
  • Then, unnamed Ecuadorian officials in Quito today would told the Guardian that Assange would certainly be granted asylum, done deal, all over but the fat lady singing.
  • Then, President Correa, apparently not one to take leakers on his own staff lying down, subsequently took to Twitter to specifically deny the rumor, while shedding no light on his possible decision.

It has been perfectly obvious since the moment we all heard he’d materialized within the embassy (somehow…without being seen) that he would get asylum. Julian Assange is not a guy who throws himself on the mercy of random governments without making sure he’ll have a soft landing.

He hasn’t been seen since. He hasn’t even done a Skype video interview, and again, mark my words: if Julian Assange can’t handle some simple call forwarding magic then I’m Hillary Fucking Clinton. Knowmasayin’?

He hasn’t been seen in public, in fact, since May 24, when he appeared wearing a black “Emergency” Anonymous mask created by WikiLeaks Truck artist Clark Stoekley. And before that, other than one RT interview, not for another whole month or so. He said he missed his final extradition appeal ruling because he was, “Stuck in traffic.” Hell, I’ve used that one myself.

Julian Assange is, if he wasn’t before, officially a man of mystery.

But there’s no mystery about his fate. He’s allegedly been holed up in that embassy for something like 55 days, the Ecuadorian decision having been deferred till after the Olympics closed, no doubt at the request of the UK, who didn’t want to be upstaged, what with organizing all the athletes and the Spice Girls and everything.

The entire span of time has been nothing more than an elaborate stall, to allow Ecuador and the UK to work out some plausible way he could end up out of the UK’s hands (“not my chair, not my problem,” says Cups Lizard) and in Ecuador. Technically, there’s the issue of getting the body out of the embassy and across UK territory to either a boat outside the legal territory of the UK or, conceivably, an aircraft or space ship outside of UK airspace.

Barring the timely arrival of the TARDIS, it seems impossible, unless Assange is equipped with the forepaws of an enormous groundhog (and where do you get those out of season? I ask you) for tunnelling under the Atlantic ocean.

Mark my words, Julian Assange will be granted asylum, you won’t hear how he gets out of the embassy (unless they can pull something plausible out their asses at the last minute), and he will materialize in Quito, probably by Thursday.

Almost certainly while I’m away from the computer, not that I’m overpersonalizing things.

GPOY: Rage Faces Edition

Keep Calm and FUCK YOU WITH A CHAINSAW!

Keep Calm and FUCK YOU WITH A CHAINSAW!

Sure is Monday, ain’t it?

Takes a fair bit to put me off my writing stride when I’ve got so much good material, but today had ALL of it, in bucketloads. Still, I can gloat about my TrapWire article being as far as I can tell the first in North America outside of @UpdateBen’s brilliant Storify, which you should definitely read. I got 24 Reddits. Hooboy, am I ever flattered! However, thanks to huge pickup by Anonymous (thanks, guys!) it got 428 tweets and 166 Facebook shares and likes, so Operation Global Media Domination is doing well, at least. I just wish I’d written the followup instead of us just syndicating the article from That Other Site. Still, if I can find something to FOI (and surely there must be something) I can go for it. The question is, will the bosses pay for my time rooting through the emails?

Then I hung around online for two hours I should have been working out or at least getting my butt off these cheapo Waves chairs that are gonna make some chiropractor rich just as soon as I can afford one, only to find out Ecuador can’t make up its fucking mind. DON’T THESE PEOPLE KNOW I HAVE DEADLINES???

Julian Assange, if this comes down when I’m afk I will never forgive you.

And me all out of gin. This week can only get better, right?

Friday WORK THROUGH THE PAIN Playlist

TGIF motherfuckers

TGIF motherfuckers

You know those times when it’s the last day of a long week and you stay up all night to get your work done for the editor who told you to have it done and then he isn’t even at work today and you’re still awake from yesterday but it’s fine, really, it’s fine.

Because you have this music to keep you going.

Gwen Stefani, Queen, Beastie Boys, New Kids on the Block, Joan Jett, Run DMC, Britney Spears, Michael Jackson, Nirvana and Offspring.
Of course.

Adeleney!

Suave, sophisticated, surgically preserved Gloria Trevi

Young, crazy Gloria Trevi, headbutting the camera, knocking the set over, and humping her way across the floor with a hand in her “pocket”.

Christina Aguilera, who may be an obnoxious person but who can sing like an angel, specifically Michael, because Michael fucking kicks ass.

P!nk, of course. God, I’ve got to get back into boxing.

House of Pain, the Beatles, Joan Jett, Cypress Hill, Rage Against the Machine

Soul Side In covering Pat Benatar. The video is tawdry, the cover is awesome.

If this playlist doesn’t get or keep you going, I’m afraid there’s some bad news: you’re clinically dead.

TGIF Duet: Kate Bush and Rowan Atkinson

Ladies and gentlemen, this is possibly Kate Bush‘s finest performance. As for Atkinson, he gives Bobby Bittman a run for his money, and Tom Jones better hang on to those panties while he can. This man is a clear contender for the tawdry crown of lounge lizardom.

There’s only one appropriate reaction to this, and Hillary Clinton knows what it is.

Hillary Gets Down

Hillary Gets Down

The Only Good Country Song in the World

Guy on a buffalo

Guy on a buffalo

This is it.

No, really. That’s it.

You’re welcome.