Ah, at last the scales have fallen from Jemima Khan’s lovely fluttery little doe eyes. Having forked out £20,000 towards Julian Assange’s bail, the pouting metro-lefty socialite has come to the conclusion that the bloke is a bit of a rum chap, all things considered. She has even compared him to the barking charlatan who founded Scientology, L. Ron Hubbard and described Assange as demanding from his followers ‘blinkered, cultish, devotion.’
Well, sure – we tried to tell you that at the time, poppet. But you’re still not getting your money back. I wonder if the Ecuadoreans are sick of Assange yet, sitting in the basement of their embassy, referring to himself in the third person and tapping away at his laptop with a messianic look in his eyes? I’ve changed my mind about Assange too, as it happens. Rather than extradite him to Sweden on those rape charges, let’s leave him exactly where he is, forever. And for any other Latin American embassies who feel themselves possessed by the spirit of Che Guevara, we’ve got plenty of other self-obsessed metro lefties you can have, if you’re interested. Venezuela, for example, could have custody of Pilger. And we could send Mary Beard to the Argentinians, in lieu of Las Malvinas.
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