Sunday, November 28, 2010
Julian Assange, Why is He Still Breathing?
The trouble with activists is that sooner or later they will inevitably cross the line from activism to hostile and by so doing they should become targets of black ops strike teams. Take Julian Assange for example. This guy takes classified military documents from a gay soldier who is all upset about don't ask, don't tell and decides to publish the classified files on the internet for the world to see in order to stick it to America. That act was an act of war against the United States of America. It undermined our combat operations in Afghanistan and it placed hundreds, if not thousands, of Afghanis in harms way because Mr. Assange wanted to be contrary by being a thorn in the side of the United States.
Therefore I ask the question: Why is this guy still alive? He should have been classified as a hostile and taken out by a wet work team. I'm not saying that a sniper should put a bullet in his head, but would anybody question Assange becoming drunk and falling down some stairs and breaking his neck? Or perhaps sample some coffee or some other beverage and then later have a massive heart attack? Those techniques and dozens more are fully within our capability to perform.
Now Assange has released documents stolen from the United States State Department, by the way great security there Hillary because that kind of reminds me of how the Red Chinese got our neutron bomb technology when your husband was President, and we have another crap storm created by this idiot. It isn't that the KGB, or MI-5, or the Massad couldn't have done this crap, but they refrained from being a pain in the ass to the nation whose secrets they stole. That way they avoided harsh feelings and embarrassment that may possibly invite a war. But Captain Sassypants does not do that. It seems that his only objective is to pee in our Wheaties and embarass us on the world stage thereby decreasing American prestige amongst our allies. While that may make him loved in Hollywood and in New York City, it sure as hell doesn't make him friends with our national interests.
So I will ask again, why is this dirt bag still sucking wind? All that would need to happen is for the activist, who by the way are all known for overloading electrical outlets with cheaply made appliances, to arrive at the office and then go up in an inferno with his activist staff. Unfortunate, but problem solved. Only that has not happened.
Sure, we could always go the route of farming out our dirty work to the third world and ending that little bastard that way, but where is the fun in that? Plus they go way too far overboard with explosives and engage in other high civilian casualties measures so I guess that won't work. As an alternative to having us take out the trash I suppose we could connect Mr. Assange to profaning the Prophet and let the Muzzies take him out with a fatwa. Those guys can dog you for years and if you doubt that then talk to Salman Rushdie and let him explain it to you. But Islam is not known for being efficient when it comes to terminating vermin and I really don't want to wait for years before seeing Assange's dead body floating down the river due to a water skiing accident or some such.
While I am not personally familiar with Mr. Assange's daily habits, I am sure that there is some activity that he engages in that could potentially produce lethal results. Insect bites that lead to anaphylactic shock, accidental poisonings, jealous rage by a lover, there are any number of terrible things that could happen to him. Yet this guy is still a thorn in America's side. Unbelievable. I thought that we were nothing more than blood thirsty, slavering beasts that murdered at the drop of a hat. You know, like the Palestinians.
Mr. Assange should be grateful that his assessment of us was in error and that we really aren't the boogeyman that he had painted us to be. Because in life, there are just so many ways to die and that ass hat is still breathing and that means something.
I'm just saying.