A small victory for humanity versus the statist death behemoth? Hardly. Assange was forced to plead guilty of espionage to get out of jail. Now many other journalists risk being jailed with this precedent. But his endurance is legendary. Twelve years confined, five in prison. Attempted murder by incarceration for publishing leaked US war crime evidence. He survived it all to walk out on his own two feet. Unlike others.
It's been six months since Gonzalo Lira's untimely death in a pUkestan gulag. The Brickhouse oft asked its readers to not forget Lira when he was still alive. Not for who he was -just some outspoken dude who found himself unexpectedly living in a war zone- but for what he was: a voice of reason amidst the toxic smog of war.
He despised the vicious natsy regime of the midget pUke cokehead tool, a feeling shared by many in his audience. The regime despised him back. The difference was that the regime had guns and thugs, while Lira had coffee and smokes. He did not follow Falstaff's sage advice regarding discretion and valor, and did not back down from his withering critique of the regime even after his first arrest. Most of all, he committed the worse crime in times of war: he spoke the truth.
Churchill said that in wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies. Nowadays it's more like entire legions of lies. Because the pUke carnage is just the tip of the iceberg; the entire world is at war since 2020 and the lies have been flooding everything since.
The great cull continues full steam ahead and not a single criminal has faced a tribunal, much less danced the hempen jig, for any their crimes. Nobody has taken them out behind the shed with a cleaver and a wood chipper. Some still say it will happen, bless their bald pissed-off hearts, but they're hooked on the hopium like the rest of us.
Still better than being an NPC cud chewer.
So Assange has gone home, kissed his wife and son, hugged his dad. We celebrate as humans who understand the grave injustice he was subjected to. Lira, on the other hand, never got the chance to do any of that. His father, wife and children have lost him because a bunch of pUke fig-puckers didn't like what he had to say.
Country 404, you failed. Goodbye and good riddance.
You will be forgotten. Not Gonzalo Lira.
Dispatch out.
Like it "Fig-puckers".
Hope you are doing well my friend.