By now anyone not living under a rock has heard that the Internet whistle-blower site called WikiLeaks was provided several tens of thousands of pages of US military documents relating to Afghanistan which it promptly published for all to read on the World Wide Web.
The little dacoit who runs WikiLeaks — one Julian Assange — piously asserted that all the documents had been checked to make sure that names were not named that would put people in mortal jeopardy.
A dozen — or more — people who tried to do the right thing now have their lives, and the lives of their families, placed in jeopardy by Mr. Assange for … what?
Mr. Assange’s ego? His self-aggrandizement?
On the altar of what god, what idea, has Julian Assange seen fit to sacrifice the lives of these people, the lives of their families and those of their friends?
What religion does Mr. Assange follow that demands the blood of the innocent and the righteous to be spilled in such a cowardly fashion?
I truly can not wrap my mind around the end-justifies-the-means mindset of such a creature.
As Mr. Assange is an Australian national, and seeing as how Australia’s children have their own boots on the ground in Afghanistan, I’ll leave the Aussies to deal with their own garbage.
However, I would like to take a moment to point out that Mr. Assange couldn’t have done this without the willing co-operation of an American with access to the information leaked.
That American, when he is found — and he will be found — will be tried.
If, and when, convicted, that American should be immediately dragged out of the courtroom, placed against a wall and shot.
Period. Full stop. End of story.