As near as I can tell, he doesn’t want to go walkabout, not with the kind of, ah, assistance Hitlary has covering her interests out in the world, leaving the trail of double-tap suicides they’ve left in their wake. He’s been charged in Sweden, with rape, by a prostitute who allegedly passed out after allegedly servicing him, enabling him to take advantage of her in that state, thus allegedly, scoring a freebie to which he was unentitled.
At any rate, the Swedes have an agreement to turn him over to — wait for it — the US State Department, after they have finished their pretextual business with him. Ecuador, taking a different view of such machinations, offers him asylum, in its London embassy, leaving us to ponder why.
Could he be a Mossad agent? Perhaps, or maybe what he’s seemed to be all along, just a useful pest who likes to hack and disclose embarrassing secrets. The thing I keep coming back to is that rarely does anyone refute the stuff he comes up with; they only gripe about how unfair it was that he got it and blabbed it. No government agency is “nice” — not Russia’s, China’s, Israel’s, the USA’s, especially not the ones charged with keeping their government alive, and in business. And that goes double for those nations under constant attack.
It seems to me after at least some effort to understand what goes on in the world, and why, is that there is a Deep (or Dark) State, or Secret Empire, to use Cushman Cunningham’s title phrase, alive in the world, ever straining to get the last morsel of power crammed into their gamebag, forever dissatisfied — even hurt — that someone somewhere still isn’t fully in their control. I doubt that it’s confined to a single piece of real estate, or a single ethnicity.
The identities of its guiding lights (darknesses?) changes over time, as they can’t (yet) manage to live forever, but the madness is assiduously drummed into each succeeding generation, as though to abandon the all-out effort to finally bag the entire planet would be familial treason. It’s a game for only the wealthiest and their invitees, and a form of insanity that most of us will, thankfully, never be rich enough to acquire.
As Swampy used to say, “Some people just need killing.” But I don’t mean Julian Assange.