I bought my website's URL under my Dad's
name. Why? Cloak and dagger. I wanted him to be proud of me. That's the truth
really all said. We shared a bond through what we saw in our intellects. His
bookshelf was full of the books that had influenced me the most. It was weird.
There was no way it was a coincidence. His favorite authors were my favorite
authors, the same books reflecting a similar paradigm of questioning. Something
happened during that moment. I never knew my biological father so the coincidence
was new. The genetic disposition towards character features was evident. I saw
so much of me in him. So the website was a joint venture into the world we had
only spoken of over pizza and beer near the beach and sea winds. I thought that
if it worked it would be big, but if not then at least I had built it and followed
through on the things I said I was going to do.
It takes a lot to manage a website. The
feedback from the submission platform, and the passwords and interface, was
slow. Disposing of SPAM before the laws were passed in 2014 was a nightmare.
Thank God there was some restraint there. SPAM is like a weed that slowed down
the traffic of the Internet through excess and unnecessary email pieces
generated by a program, trying logical sequences in order until a valid email
name was found. Nasty stuff. Pays well. Never did it. Could do it but I looked
at it as bad form.
One might point out that if I'm for
restrictions on SPAM then isn't that a slippery slope towards censorship on the
Internet? No. Even in the most laissez-faire environments there is still the
need for firemen and hospitals. Just as in life, there should be some
restrictions in exchange for the right to "cyber-live" unmolested or bullied.
Cyberspace is a library and all peoples should have access to information that
will further aid in their personal development and research on behalf of
humankind. It is the connecting thread that unites awareness and shared knowledge.
For those with sensitive data, it's best to stop all electronic recording of classified
events. Keep it offline. It is the only safe way to conduct special operations
and ensure the peace in the world.
The Internet is Main Street and everyone
has an equal opportunity to locate on a great piece of real estate downtown.
Traffic is there for those who offer an in-demand data pocket. Is that data
pocket a book? An essay? A YouTube video clip? Or some random email sent
when angry? How about some classified documents from the Pentagon? What about
all the sought-after Scientology booklets that costs millions to purchase? And
maybe you would be interested to read about how the NSA watches everyone who
has an online presence? Is this justifiable in light of how it serves to
protect the citizenry? From what? Terrorism?
To be honest, the website was designed for
leaks like those from Edward Snowden. These files show how government bodies
spy globally via all the tools of electronic media. A master harvester of data
in an effort to prevent danger to the people, the United States government
leads the way in the employment of electronic snooping and hacking as a weapon.
Like peeking at an opponent's hand in poker, it gives you a one up on your
options. Played well with reliable information, you can gain more. Knowing Doc
Holliday's hand is the only way you could beat him at Texas Hold'em. He was the
king. He was Doc Holliday.
Edward Snowden played it well. His stroke
of luck in Moscow saved him from danger living in Cuba so close to his
homeland. Panama too is too close, but Brazil would do for Snowden as well as
Russia. In my case, after the prosecutor dropped the case against me in
Stockholm, I should have left the United Kingdom for Iceland or Ecuador. I
remember waking up during that week and thinking for the first time that they
could re-open the case because of comments I made after the first ruling.
Before being questioned initially, I had said I didn't know the two women
involved in the accusations and then the case was dropped. That day I was asked
by a journalist about the ruling and for some reason I came clean and said I
knew the two women named in the suit. At the time I immediately regretted what
I said and only faintly realized at the moment that I had given the prosecution
the ammo they needed to reopen the case against me. During the next few nights
I couldn't sleep because I was paralyzed with fear they might come after me
with new questions. Five days later, on the following Monday I think, my lawyer
called me to say the charges were back and that I had to go to Sweden to answer
the questions. During that week I should've flown somewhere safe.
I will assume that the reader of this
memoir will know a lot about my situation and how I ended up where I am today,
so I'm not amiss to say that I could have risked flying to Sweden to answer
their questions during those first few weeks before the US government had a
case against me. It still bothers me that I didn't take a flight to Stockholm
with my lawyer and answer the questions frankly and with council present. That
might have resulted in the withdrawal of charges from the female accusers. The
question of whether the United States had evidence of operatives who had been
killed as a direct result of the leaks was still in play. In other words I
might have had an opportunity to answer the questions and then leave Sweden for
a country with no extradition treaty with the United States. I know of a few
countries that would be great to live and manage the website. Even now, in
2015, this is what I strive for. This is why I hope. John McAfee had it right
in Belize until the local strong arm of the law pinched him a little too hard
for bribes. Rebelling like that probably saved his life. How many rich men
throughout history have been murdered for their money? Too many to count.
Suffice to say if there was a moment during the whole mess that's still a mess,
then that might have been the moment. "Yes, okay. I will come to Sweden to
answer questions." But even then I knew the States would somehow get their
hands on me. They were royally angry and embarrasses because things were
already starting to go awry for them. The Arab Spring was beginning to unfold,
which was a direct result of the revelations posted on the website.
I like the idea of living in Quito where it
is protected by walls of mountains in a volcano alley. I envision living in a
gated compound, modest but secure, where my dogs could sniff out any intruder.
I foresee me living in peace managing the website, eating well and having
select friends, free of concern of being kidnapped and taken to America. Full
cyber hook up and equipment with my motorbike outside where it could take four
hours to reach the beaches on the Pacific Ocean where no one would know me.
That's what I want now: to be anonymous in life. No more fame. No more
speeches. No more playing the game that has robbed me of these last three years
at the embassy. London still wears at me because if I ever do walk out of here
Scotland Yard would be the first to arrest me for jumping bail. They'd rule me
offside and lock me up for six months. Only then would I be handed over to the
Swedes with their hyper sensitive laws against sexual assault. And then once
let go there I'd be sent to jail in the United States and never get out alive.
In Sweden I would be questioned about the
allegations and, if convicted on two of the charges, be given a five-year
sentence. I serve three and a half years in Swedish prison and then when "free"
I'd be escorted to the Americans where they present me with a grand jury
indictment asking for the death penalty for over 100 counts of life
endangerment by treason. The Espionage Act will be used to lock me up for the
rest of my life. The charges and the trial don't matter. I will never be free
again. And there would be some suffering too. The military would take swipes at
me for putting their warrior brothers at risk. I would be the computer geek
using a keyboard as a weapon, and they would be seasoned soldiers armed with
real machine guns heavy with loaded ammo.
So there is only one course: To have faith
that my current course of asylum is upheld and the charges are stayed while
escorted out of the United Kingdom to my new adopted country of Ecuador, the
home base of the Spanish Empire in the New World.