After the year Julian Assange had— revealing the dirty laundry and corruption of the world’s political and private sectors—the editor-in-chief of WikiLeaks has had his own file dump of sorts.
A video released in March revealed a grey-haired, carefree Assange dancing at a club in Iceland. (I use dancing loosely as his moves on the floor are more reminiscent to a 16-year-old teenager on an ecstasy trip.)
Assange’s spaghetti-like moves labeled “Dancegate” by some, is a perfect example that karma applies to everyone.
Think about it, what’s worse, being expedited to another country where you’re being tried for the sexual assault of two women? Or, helping enforce the racial stereotype that white men and in this case, information-seeking, social-changing, whistle-blowing Australian’s can’t dance.
If I were him, I’d take the jail time and practice my dance moves in the slammer (which sounds like the plot to a cheesy, 90’s inspirational flick to me.)
