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Andrew O’Hagan wrote a too-hot-to-touch screed titled GHOSTING about Julian Assange in the London Review of Books. It was good. It was insightful. It was anything but boring. More than anything, indirectly, it was story about what makes hacker and WikiLeaks founder, Julian Assange tick.

O’ Hagen’s story came out a few days ago, made the headline page on digg. The read was long. It sounded genuine, every sentence. O’Hagan is a writer, an accomplished ghost writer. He worked with Julian Assange for one-hundred plus days, before their working relationship fell apart, somewhere around 2011 or 2012. O’Hagan kept his council, until now.

From O’Hagan’s descriptions, Assange sounds autistic or somewhere, therein, but he seems to have more going on than that. He’s like a bit of a mad genius, and an unfortunate who alienates those most necessary to his well-being. Borderline Personality Disorder kept popping into my head, often, as I read the story.

I’ve been on the fence about how I feel about Assange. The release of the mass of the cables without vetting seemed wrong. Yet, after reading about O’Hagan’s experience, I think I better understand why Assange released all of the cables rather than allowing them to be vetted, which might have been the right thing to do, since they might cause as little harm as possible to innocents or those in sensitive postions, who might have their lives taken as a result.

From the many stories about Assange and his disorganization, lack of prioritization, and habits, I’m guessing this person lacks, mentally, any kind of executive function. I believe that he thinks at such an abstract level, and at such a speed that his brain isn’t set up for concreteness of any kind. And, he’s is a hacker who sees with a hacker’s eyes, and he’s probably an obsessive paranoid as extreme hacker’s are apt to be.

So, if Assange feels that the people around him can’t see what he sees, or understand at the depth he does, then he can’t trust them, period, much less with the cables, for they surely wouldn’t handle them as he would, he imagines.

And since he doesn’t seem to have enough executive function to keep up with his socks, then he surely knows that he’s not going to sort through a maze of cables. After all, gettting the cables is what he enjoys, reading others secrets, and feeling the buzz of knowing what not a fraction of the people on earth know, but organizing information is boring. Assange most likely can’t make himself do anything for money or love, that is uninteresting, or he would be wealthy by now.

Andrew O’Hagan wrote strong statements about his time spent with Julian Assange. He wrote like he had things to say that were eating a hole in his insides, trying to get out.

Assange must be ranting by now. Does he have anyone left to rant to? He lives in a world where others have to reflect what he projects, in a world where he has to be paranoid to survive, where a personality quirk drives away those most loved and needed. Maybe it takes someone like Assange to attract followers for a site like WikiLeaks. At any rate it’s a must read, and a read you can stay with to the end.