Guardian

Assange and Guardian lover’s quarrel revealed!


H/T Harry’s Place

Sorry for the tabloid headline, but this is just fun.

Faster than you can say “criminal conspiracy“, the Guardian has published a book about the WikiLeaks saga, edited by their own David Leigh, entitled, “Inside Julian Assange’s War on Secrecy.”

The synopsis of the book – which you can conveniently order at the Guardian’s website for about $10 – says:

It was the biggest leak in history. WikiLeaks infuriated the world’s greatest superpower, embarrassed the British royal family and helped cause a revolution in Africa. The man behind it was Julian Assange, one of the strangest figures ever to become a worldwide celebrity.

So, you’d think Assange would be flattered by the attention, moved by such a public display of affection by his partner in crime, right?

Wrong.

WikiLeaks posted this not-so-sweet Tweet:

Ouch!

I guess the storybook romance between an anti-establishment radical such as Assange and a radical chic poser such as the Guardian wasn’t going to last.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t help but feel sorry for the Guardian.

As you may recall from our video, Leigh is on record acknowledging that the Guardian was the one who approached Assange in a cafe, and spent six hours persuading him that they were meant to be together.  While Assange ultimately agreed, the Guardian clearly never had “hand” in the relationship, and constantly struggled with the insecurity of wondering if Assange took the union seriously. Indeed, Assange’s flirtations with The New York Times and Der Spiegel were reported to be a continuing source of friction.

While it’s too soon, of course, to speculate about the possibility for reconciliation, we’ll update this story if their status – currently listed as “its complicated” on Facebook – changes.

Next issue: Best friend reveals that WikiLeaks founder complained that Guardian was “too needy and immature.”

3 replies »

  1. Der Schwarze Guardian and Acephalange deserve each other big time. They are both self-centered self-important fools that may be of some passing interest to historians of pathological remnants of farsical adolescent leftism and/or as some exquisitely stinky farts in the annals of universal mediocracy.