Tim is cackles from his hilltop fortress that he expects Assange to be found fatally injected with drugs in a gutter. Just being disappeared or Gitmo'd comfortably or Hollywoodized does not send the right warning to the world's tax authorities to boost budgets. A show trial would be perfect. Assange is willing and eager. Ellsberg pissing his britches, Wales kicking Ellsberg's shoe hoping a bust for publicity. The Internet would go over the top with delirium at being finally top featured as godawfully threatening as promised early on by its pimps and whores. Kelly, Gilmore, The Well, The Archive, EFF, the globe's privacy hustlers -- what, you snoozed through week's of cryptoanarchy. Julian was wide awake taking notes. No credit to the mastermind of superiority, narcissitic Nietzsche (and those he stole his best gat from). Tim wrote a provocative long essay a couple of months ago but barred publication, well, never answered a permission request. He may be now violently executed -- that was foretold in the essay to happen immanently along with a gaggle of executioners. Assange promises to do the same. Lessons learned. Most likely a faked execution is in the offing, see Cryptoanarchy under multiple personas used by Nazis in Brazil where Julian has arranged a bunker (fuck Mike for banning Nazi too).