Perhaps the worst thing to emerge from the release of thousands of classified documents on the war in Afghanistan by the execrable Julian Assange is the names of hundreds of Afghan citizens who have co-operated with the allied forces.
Tunku Varadarajan – most decidedly a non-word-mincer – rips Assange a new one. And even though this Assange vermin is a self-described anti-American and anti-capitalist gadfly, I tend to agree with Varadarajan that his motives are rooted in a pathological need for attention:
What does Assange want? Does he really want the free world to cringe under constant threat from al Qaeda? If we fail to defeat this threat, what does Assange think will happen? Do we have any sense that he cares? Or is it the case, frighteningly, that Assange doesn’t really “want” anything, in a programmatic, civilizational sense, and that these explosive episodes of “gotcha” leaks are an end in themselves, a personal moral terminus, a sort of self-righteous, self-congratulatory onanism?Sounds about right to me – although, at this stage, I’m not so much concerned with what Assange “wants” as with what he ultimately “gets”, which I hope will be something that comes under the heading of justice (however rough).