Oh come on, look inside yourselves, really search your heart, surely there's an 'incey-mincey', sub-atomic-sized piece of sympathy for, say, Gemima Khan, or Ken Loach, or even (come on, try!) Michael Moore, all of whom guaranteed Julian Assange's bail money to the tune of £250K . . . ? Oh, take that as 'no', shall I? Alas, now that Assange has ratted them out by seeking political asylum, in a cess-pit South American country whose military and police more or less run the place, these poor people - er, well, actually, they're all stinking rich which is why they can afford to be so Left-wing - will have to pay up. Honestly, it couldn't happen to a bigger collection of prats and losers a nicer collection of 'really-really' kind people than them!
I have no views as to the guilt or otherwise of Mr. Assange in relation to his, er, relations with the two aggrieved ladies in Sweden; nor do I have much to say over his action in publishing classified American documents, none of which appeared to be more than slightly embarrassing and which proved yet again that most government documents are over-classified. However, I do have now a very clear view of the size of Mr. Assange's honour and it is about the same size as the sympathy I feel for the mugs who backed him!
Ms. Raccoon says it all so much better than me - again!