About Julian Assange: A Personal Perspective

What it must be like to be Julian Assange.

One day you wake up and you realize that you are powerless in your life.  Your world governments are lying to you.  Things are being said behind closed doors that give you – as a citizen of your government – a bad reputation.  You also realize that those very authority figures does not care as long as they are getting their money.  You realize that the only way you can make your voice heard, is to send a gun shot out into the world…and force it to echo.

You start thinking about the things you really want out of a government.  After that – the rest is history.  Thoughts of authority and control filter through your mind, and after some time goes by, you realize that nothing is going to be accomplished by merely thinking about the issue.  You set to work.

You have your plan in mind, afterall – you’ve spent countless hours thinking about it.  The plan is set.  Now – how to go about it?  Education.  And not by any institution.  You learn the ins and outs of the digital world and then begin networking.

Ah yes – networking!  Brilliant!  How better to get information than to network.  So you begin networking and soon you cannot believe the people you are talking to – all because you have a passion for the truth.  There is no egoism and you’ve checked yourself.  You’ve asked yourself, “Am I doing the right thing here?”  And after more thought, you conclude that not only are you doing the right thing – but you are doing the world a favor.

So then you ask yourself, “What will be the consequences of what I am planning to do?”  And there is a myriad of answers just popping up coated with enthusiasm, fear, and even a tinge of guilt.  Nobody likes to be a bully, but the only way to communicate with a bully (the government) is to be a bully – and nothing is more better than exposure.

So the creation of Wikileaks goes into motion and the exposure begins.  At first, there are plently of skeptical people and little by little – knowing that you cannot force all this information on a general public in one punch – people begin to see the truth.  First, the conspiracy theorists.  Then, students who are curious.  After that the political junkies.

At this point, governments are getting suspicious and see you as a mere mosquito – and then BAM.  You landblast them with some of the answers that people have been wanting – and not only that – but confirmed documents that you’ve received as a gift.

The question then remains:  Is this legal?  Will I go to jail because of this?  You ask yourself, “I have these documents full of information that could change the world – do I release them?”  And your monitor is asking you if you wish to publish the work.  The button is on your screen and all you have to do is click it.  Should you click it?

In one suave motion, you lay your hand upon the mouse and click “publish.”

In all but a few moments, the world has now received some of the most powerful bits of information that they have ever received – and then, the media kicks in.

I invite all readers of this article to continue the saga in their own words in the comments section below.  What happens now?

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2 thoughts on “About Julian Assange: A Personal Perspective

  1. Brilliant text.
    The world as we knew it will be never the same. Not one government denies own embarrassment, they’re just furious about leaking. So, I think they will be more careful, or more secretive. 😀
    Maybe the new generations of politicians are coming; maybe they will finally accept the fact that they are our employees. I think it’ all Wikileaks about.
    Sadly how many people don’t understand significance of Julians existence.
    Your words about him remind me of article I’ve read recently, his influence on people around him. If you don’t mind, I could post it here as reply?

  2. continuing the saga in my own words … “I awoke stretching and yawning to a new era where governments became more clever at being clandestine and deleting people who challenge them. Moving through my wardrobe to the bathroom for my daily ablutions I felt smug knowing that I was too old for conscription, too crazy to be taken seriously and I felt a pang of anxiety about ‘what happens next’ after a florid night of emailing the CIA and telling them exactly what would happen if they touched one wee hair on JA’s head. Valium being the obvious answer I floated down stairs, made a latte out of milk and instant coffee, sat on the balcony and waved to the men in the helicopter circling my house. I felt relaxed and at peace.

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