Late last week, Pamela Anderson released yet another impassioned missive extolling the supposed virtues of sun-starved WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange, titled “Why My Heart Stands With Julian.”
“Thinking of Julian makes me wonder, what is the sexiest quality in a man?” the former Baywatch star and animal rights activist wrote in a blog post on her website. “Surely the sexiest qualities in a man are bravery and courage. Sexiness in a man is showing strength. Having convictions and having the courage to stand by them.”
Anderson, who is believed to be in some kind of relationship with Assange for reasons that are truly beyond me, claimed that Assange “won” the case against Sweden that initially drove him to seek asylum (in May, after seven years, Swedish prosecutors announced that they would no longer attempt to extradite him on rape charges because they saw “no way forward”), and railed against British Prime Minister Theresa May’s treatment of Assange, possibly the one thing May’s detractors do not give a shit about:
Julian has been trapped in a small room for five years now, and for two years before that he was under house arrest. He has won his case against Sweden. All of the excuses are gone. There is no reason he should not be freed.
But Theresa May - who kept him imprisoned in the embassy for 5 years - refuses to allow him to leave. Theresa May, who is on her last legs. Theresa May of the Pyhrric victory. Theresa May, who won’t shake the hand of the victims of the Grenfell fire. Who doesn’t care about poor people. Who doesn’t care about justice or peace. Who doesn’t care about Julian. The worst Prime Minister in living memory.
Anderson also instructed French Prime Minister Emmanuel Macron and his wife Bridgitte to meet with her at her new vegan restaurant in France, where they will “eat good food and discuss what can be done for Julian,” and announced her intent to “write a love letter to China” because “China could help Julian.”
Anderson and Julian Assange were reportedly introduced in 2014 by British fashion designer Vivienne Westwood, another Assange superfan who dedicated her SS17 menswear collection to a plea for his release. Assange, whose WikiLeaks organization came to prominence after publishing millions of documents leaked by Chelsea Manning (WikiLeaks had said Assange would agree to extradition to the U.S. if Manning was granted clemency, but has not followed through on that promise), has seen a rather substantial dip in popularity following rape allegations and the fact that his activities have lately tended to rather conveniently overlap with Russian geopolitical interests. Anderson didn’t really help that reputation when she visited Moscow in December and declared “I love Russia” and “I would gladly have a Russian passport.”
This particular blog post ended, fittingly, with William Ernest Henley’s Invictus:
Out of the night which covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
I love you,
This world is getting too weird.