AlicetheKurious wrote:compared2what? wrote:ON EDIT: WRT the "Embassy" vs. "Ambassador's residence" question, I'd say: When in doubt, assume the reporter didn't think about making the distinction. They're not all bad, but nobody gets it all perfectly right every time on that kind of detail when writing for a daily. Copy desks. Deadlines. Hangovers. Children with flu. Misreading your own notes. Those things might happen to anyone. And even CIA-for-Kidz isn't omnipotent enough to override that.
That's certainly plausible, although very unprofessional of the reporter not even to check whether the party was held at the embassy or the ambassador's residence, or to issue a correction, for that matter.
The part of that story that I find totally impossible to believe, however, is the part where the frisky and fun-loving Assange playfully decides to go to the "lion's den" by himself, and, even though he's only the guest of an invitee, he is allowed in, and they had "no idea who he was". That is pure bullshit. The only reason I can think of for telling such a whopper is that ol'Birgitta, the Swedish "Leftist" MP, was tasked with telling a story that would neutralize in advance any witness who pops up with a recollection of Assange's presence at the embassy/residence and the fact that "he spent a long time talking" with a US intelligence official. And yes, this story does cast Ms. Jonsdottir as very probably "one of them".
The emergence of this tale at this time may very well be related to the charged atmosphere occasioned by the current claims from a number of quarters that Mr. Assange is playing a leading role in a US or Israeli Intelligence psyop. These allegations are a pretty recent phenomenon, but have spread suspicions like wildfire, making any potential eyewitness testimony about Mr. Assange's meeting with the US intelligence official have a far greater impact on the psyop's credibility than it would previously would have. Hence the inorganic 'feel' of this story, that it was quickly cobbled together and shoved into the narrative, where its many rough edges make it stick out like a sore thumb. Or, if you prefer, like Julian Assange sipping, nibbling and chatting away in the lion's den.
You may be right. But once again:
* This tale emerged nine months ago, when it was first posted to the front page of Wikileaks by Julian Assange. Who really isn't to blame if people don't remember any of the work he did in the three years prior to the last two weeks.
And it really goes without saying that the emergence of this tale
at this time did not spontaneously forge a relationship to the charged atmosphere all by itself. Because it has no agency on its own. The people who wrote, published and read it do, though.
So if your instincts tell you that a closer examination of the issue is merited, I'd say you first have to take a look at as many of them as are clearly in view and see whether any lead you toward Mossad involvement and if so, via what route before you start excluding all other possibilities. You never know where stuff might go if you don't look.
And anyway, I want to know what you see when you do, that I might learn from it.
* I can think of two plausible reasons why the frisky and fun-loving Assange playfully decided to go to the "lion's den" by himself: Source protection (as I outlined in an earlier post) and/or source contact (as he implies in his post).
And neither of them has yet been excluded by events, or even very seriously challenged by materially and specifically informed sources.
Also, he doesn't strike me as all that frisky and fun-loving. I mean, he's an Australian guy in his late
twenties thirties who likes having sex, evidently. But that's certainly no crime.
And additionally, I don't see why it necessarily would have been all that much of a high-drama, "lion's-den"-level-dangerous excursion, to be honest. He was at a party in full view of any number of disinterested and presumably law-abiding persons, not at some furtive
noir-ish back-alley rendez-vous.
As a matter of fact, a cocktail reception full of civil servants is pretty much the ideal setting in which to make contact with someone in circumstances that you have some rational grounds for believing may put your physical safety at risk.
Now that I come to think of it.
* The premise that his admission to the event at the embassy was as the mere guest of an invitee by people who had no idea who he was does not exactly rest on a rock-solid foundation.
And neither is it automatically suspect, for all I know. But on the face of it, since it's loosely stitched together from what appear to be casually considered remarks made by a single source in the course of a brief and less-than-searching exchange with a reporter from the
Telegraph, I don't think it's a good idea to put as much weight on it as you're doing if there's anything valuable to you somewhere in there. It might not be strong enough to bear up.
I don't know (or claim to know) any ill of either Ms. Jonsdottir or that reporter fellow. But in my experience, one source of unknown reliability (and, in this case, at least once-removed by the mediation of a journalist) is almost never enough to stake everything you've got on it without further consideration.
That's, like, a Judith-Miller-league level of play. And I guess that she's free to lower herself to anyplace that still lets her make it if that's what she wants to do. But I don't see why we have to, when we can both do better.
In case the reference seems obscure: I'm thinking specifically of the front-page story she did for the
Times on Iraqi WMD, in which every shred of direct evidence regarding their existence came from some ex-pat whose name she was withholding at the request of government officials, supported by some secondaries on background with government officials. Plus, IIRC, Ahmad Chalabi, who at that time was totally supported by the grants he received from government officials.
I will never forget reading it and thinking: "But that's one source, not several, by my count. And worse, with one identity: The state." Such things were still sometimes notable to me then. Not surprising. But notable. As in: I've never fucking seen
that before.
Can't say that I even remember a time when I could have said the same about articles with an "inorganic" feel to them, though. That's the rule, not the exception. Same goes double for rumors of U.S. or Israeli psy-ops on the internet that cause suspicions to spread like wildfire, giving off sparks that fly through the charged atmosphere as they wing through it, apparently unaided by even as much as a single damn source of unknown reliability once removed.
Except that I can remember when I first saw those, of course.
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SHORTER VERSION: Not conclusive. And there's still plenty more yet to come, inshallah.