Maybe an old album cover will help illustrate the point I’ve been trying to drive home to you here for a while of how Julian Assange is like that kid nobody liked at your public Midwestern high school who, despite being the first student to start dressing like Billy Idol, couldn’t come anywhere close to getting laid until he went off to some small private religious college on the East Coast you never heard of and changed his name to something that doesn’t sound all that different from Julian Assange.