Julian Assange // about:women

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• Caddie or cadet used to denote the passenger of a horse-coach picked up for personal profit by the driver (i.e placed next to the driver and not in the already booked interior). So a 'cad' is a man who picks up women, profits from them, and then leaves them by the road side. 'Caddie' or 'cad-et', as in the diminutive -- 'there goes a cad and his cadette'. Such romantic etymology is enough to make a man want to don his oilskin and mount his horse with whip and smile at the ready. IQ.ORG - Mon 11 Dec 2006 : Etymology of 'cad'

• Perhaps it is this behavior combined with distal remnants of Arthurian code that is the source of the the well reported bias of the judiciary against male litigants in person. A judge doesn't need to bring a woman to heel, she is, after all not a threat, but a lovely object of desire or irrelevance, but any man worthy of the label rebells at such enforced kowtowing with his posture and tone and so must be ground down less gowned courtiers see the weakening king and boldly make their move. IQ.ORG - Tue 26 Sep 2006 : The curious world of the querulous

• Mathematics is a systemization of communicable human thought created by brain architectures that have male-type spacial abilities and extremised by the extremes within that group. Extreme female brain architectures would create a different sort of mathematics. It won't be created by the females currently in mathematics because they need a male type brain to thrive in the existing mathematical world. Perhaps a good cognitive neuroscientist will do it for them. IQ.ORG - Mon 17 Jul 2006 : Female mathematics

• I've always found women caught in a thunderstorm appealing. Perhaps it is a male universal, for without advertising this proclivity a lovely girl I knew, but not well, on discovering within herself lascivious thoughts about me and noticing raindrops outside her windows, stood for a moment fully clothed in her shower before letting the wind and rain buffet her body as she made her tremulous approach to my door and of course I could not turn her away. But then, just when one might suspect that men are krill to the baleen of female romantic manipulation, I found myself loving a girl who was a coffee addict. I would make a watery paste of finely ground coffee and surreptitiously smear this around my neck and shoulders before seducing her so she would associate my body with her dopaminergic cravings. But every association relates two objects both ways. She started drinking more and more coffee. Sometimes I looked at her cups of liquid arabicia with envious eyes for if there were four cups then somehow, I was one of them, or a quarter of everyone one of them... IQ.ORG - Thu 29 Jun 2006 : Krill to the baleen of the feminine

• After my state sponsored stay at ANU, I ended up at a backpackers filled with some of the 900 Christians from the Australian University Christian Convergence. Most were young women and I turned, somewhat disgracefully, into a sort of Chesterton's Hardy, the village atheist, brooding and blaspheming over the village idiot, while they, for their part, tried to convert me with the rise and fall their bosoms. One of the devout was the lovely daughter of a New Castle minister. At some point in my unintended wooing of her, she looked up, fluttered her eyelids and said 'Oh, you know so much! I hardly know anything!'. 'That is why you believe in God," I explained. This conversational brutality took her breath away and she swooned. I was exactly what she secretly longed for; a man willing to openly disagree with her father. All along she had needed a man to devote herself to. All along she had failed to find a man worthy of being called a man, failed to find a man who would not bow to gods, so she had chosen a god unworthy of being called a god, but who would not bow to a man. IQ.ORG - Sat 24 Jun 2006 : Canberra

• The anonymisation of peoples through high population density strips state victims of retributive power; in small communities, "you beat my son" is soon followed by "your cousin shall not marry my daughter". The anonymous megaloposis denies this kind of retribution. (...) Walkietalkie woman is following one of the simple rules of enforcing submission - do not engage. Do not give any action, speech or emotion power by acknowledging it exists. Do not act in any way which encourages them to think they can make a difference to your actions. (...) And I think about the woman most of all. I wonder at the trust in our society that she's displaying by assuming he is being taken to a station, or is it hope? and her assuming that a station visit is something he will return from, unharmed, in a relatively short time. I consider the luxury of living in a society where people can make those assumptions, have those hopes. I wonder at her implicit belief in voice, in wording and in behaviour that playing the system and supporting it fully is the best method for survival, even when she's not sure which bit of the system they've fallen afoul of. Sort of an adult version of the child's belief in the sanctity of goodness - that bad things will not happen to you if you are good. I note that she never spoke angrily or aggressively to any of the three unknowns, or even unleashed the full extent of her feelings at them. IQ.ORG - Thu 22 Jun 2006 : Don't cross the tracks before putting on your shiny shoes

• Man must suffer constraint to write, for a man with a gun needs no thought, but the prison state gives its citizens nothing but thoughts. Before words on paper, there must be words in the head, that that plaintive, demanding upwelling of reason that takes the place of action because the environment has action constrained. Where words have the power to change, the state tries hard to trap, burn, or blank them, such is its fear of their power. But where words are emasculated before birth, where words are powerless playings, smothered, half drowned kittens, scrabbling for someone, anyone to hold them, the state is fearless and words like birds, bees and other creatures of no political consequence are free. Now I offer you the following based on a tale of my grandfather's, which I have taken to using as a filter of men; women do not seem to feel it, being too full of future life to enjoy the austere bleakness of concentration camp sarcasm. IQ.ORG - Thu 22 Jun 2006 : Moshe and the glass eye

According to Gawker.com, at the age of thirty-three, Julian Assange wrote a series of e-mails, which were leaked to Gawker by a nineteen year-old from the University of Melbourne whom he courted after they met one night at a bar in April 2004. "They chatted until the bar closed, and Assange walked Elizabeth back to the small town where she lived with her parents. Walking down a small country road, Assange kissed Elizabeth. She wasn't particularly thrilled by this development, but it didn't put her off too much either. "It was like, fine, whatever," Elizabeth said. "He wasn't creepy about it, and he didn't try anything weird."" They exchanged email addresses.

Dear Miss []
I found your company and kisses very appealing. I want to explore them further. Are you busy Monday night? - Julian

Dear []
Your reaction to my phone call lacked dignity and stung me. You seemed above such trivialities. It saddens me to have misjudged you. I enjoyed our moonlit walk and the intamicy of our interaction. I had hoped that such an interaction would produce an interesting friendship if nothing more. Please respond. - Julian

Re: Imaginary world syndrome
Dear []
It is not so hard to thaw. Or to be drawn.
Our intamicy seems like the memory of a strange dream to me. A dream that would probably not translate to the real world, but this was never my desire. There was something unusual about our interaction. It is almost as if I had scripted it and left my fingerprints in the ink. I'm not concerned with your messy reality. I don't want to see it and I confess I could not place you in mine. But I still want to see you in isolation. I am unconcerned with the context since time and your silence has made me philosophical; but when I first wrote the heat of your breast pressed against me was still vivid in my mind. - Julian

Re: Imaginary world syndrome
I spoke to Miss [] in [] of your sex, age, family composition, geography and social class. Miss [] changed her mind as to wether she was [] or not, decided she was just visiting and didn't really know who was in the house hold and after eventually stating that au contrair, there was no [] and I must have the wrong number, asked for my name. Perhaps the desire to keep multiple worlds from blending is not so uncommon. In girls of a certain age. In [] Who sometimes go by the name []. So I cheer me and my ghost world. I cheer that script which has gone to reality while still only a draft, full of duplicate characters and scenes, unclosed parentheses and abounding dramatic strangeness. - Julian

Re: the hysteria
Let A=1, B=2, C=3, etc. Then the first three letters of your suny license plate form a number. Take that number and add it to []. I am the answer. - Julian

Proper People
At what times are your parents happy for the phone to ring? I have many friends overseas and I am used to making calls at any time, something that “proper” people, in the pejorative sense, find faintly horrifying. - Julian

Re: don't call me
If you are lucky you may also find me at iq.org. -J

Re: your mail
A man feels that which is soft, warm and yeilding in his arms must also be in other circumstances. But you are hard above the neck, typical of your class. Your response to my entirely well intentioned amusement was the understanding and empathy of the committed solipsist. You pulled a tiny petal off my world when I thought you were to add one. But all around me is the meadow where I shall again dance and skip and sing till some fool girl should brush my wing. - Julian

In 2010, his profile on the online dating platform, OkCupid, where he goes by the name "Harry Harrison" is discovered by Reddit users and later leaked by Forbes. OKCupid's CEO Sam Yagan tells Forbes, "Yep, we believe it to be legitimate; it would have been quite an elaborate hoax otherwise."

WARNING: Want a regular, down to earth guy? Keep moving. I am not the droid you're looking for. Save us both while you still can. Passionate, and often pig headed activist intellectual seeks siren for love affair, children and occasional criminal conspiracy. Such a woman should spirited and playful, of high intelligence, though not necessarily formally educated, have spunk, class & inner strength and be able to think strategically about the world and the people she cares about. I like women from countries that have sustained political turmoil. Western culture seems to forge women that are valueless and inane. OK. Not only women! Although I am pretty intellectually and physically pugnacious I am very protective of women and children. I am DANGER, ACHTUNG, and ??????????????!

Directing a consuming, dangerous human rights project which is, as you might expect, male dominated. Variously professionally involved in international journalism/books, documentaries, cryptography, intelligence agencies, civil rights, political activism, white collar crime and the internet. Formal background in neurosciences, mathematics, physics and philosophy.

• Antony arrives from Sydney with girl in toe. A' Mid-length hair and beard, both carrot red. A' decked out in hippy attire. Strong contrast to previous 'tough man' image. Newage fruitiness is now all consuming. A' attempting to dominate J' [brother]. A' can see "dark matter", emit UV rays, is a 15th (3*5) plane yogi, 27th dan Kung Foo Spirit Master. A' casts a voodoo spell "of death" on Michael B. by "cutting the throat" of my ceramic goose. A' clearly suffering some type of schizophrenia. V. poor reality testing and is of unstable affect. Poor reality testing fuelled by reading of Calos Castenida, occult books, etc. Much worse compared to last observation circa 18 months ago, but perhaps madness (then) was concealed as hypochondria. Situation v. sad. Believe A' will be in mad house or dead within 5 years and tell him so... ...A' lucid but intensely verbalising his theories / religious wank. I try to snare A's delusions. He becomes aggressive and frightened, accusing me of "psychotronically raping" girl from last night. I push him further. He disavows my evil heart and flees into the night. IQ.ORG - Tue 18 Jul 2006 : Doing the Mont Park shuffle

• The report continues in quite a critical manner as to Assange’s intrinsic “nature”, independent of his stressful situation, stating that his “evident anger” and “feelings of superiority” could cause stress to those around him — “especially the personnel who work in the embassy, mainly women”. Buzzfeed on Sept. 1, 2015, at 12:44 p.m. - Secret Memos Reveal Julian Assange’s Escape Plans From Ecuador’s Embassy

• Julian's main criterion for a woman was simple: She had to be young. Preferably younger than twenty-two. And it went without saying that she couldn't question him. "She has to be aware of her role as a woman," he used to say. She was also allowed to be intelligent -- Julian liked that. (...) Often I sat in larger groups and listened to Julian boast about how many children he had fathered in various parts of the world. He seemed to enjoy the idea of lots and lots of little Julians, one on every continent. Whether he took care of any of these alleged children, or whether they existed at all, was another question. Daniel Domscheit-Berg, Inside WikiLeaks: My Time with Julian Assange at the World's Most Dangerous Website, Random House, 2011. S. 211

• The nanny was brought in whenever there was a job that Julian couldn't be bothered with or couldn't do himself. She sometimes arrived just before conferences to write his speeches. After other people and I left WL she was also the one who ended up traveling the world mediating between Julian and us and asking us not to damage the project by publicly criticizing it. The nanny was an old friend of Julian's and was around forty - a pleasant but very resolute sort of person. For personal reasons I don't want to go into here, she would never want to talk about her contact with WL. That was likely a particular advantage she offered from Julian's perspective. Daniel Domscheit-Berg, Inside WikiLeaks: My Time with Julian Assange at the World's Most Dangerous Website, Random House, 2011. S. 80