No, I'm not an Assange apologist, btw, but the Guardian's 'feud' with Assange... well, it's been fun to watch this so-called Liberal bastion descend into unprofessional / un-journalistic muck-raking and name-calling. Shame on 'em LOL What most people haven't picked up on in recent years is that the Guardian saw Wikileaks as a business rival - a new model that threatened their liberal hegemony - once they milked Assange, they quickly moved on to poisoning his water-hole, bad-mouthing him - when they can even be bothered to mention him - (He's 'weird' / has he got Aspergers? (huh, so...?) / he's 'difficult' / he's 'cold') and then onto milking Snowden...
Everthing's a business opportunity, innit. (Journalist "master-classes; articles that turn out to be extracts from a book written by a mate of the deputy-editor (which you can buy from the Guardian on-line book-shop for a knock-down special-offer £9.99); endless braindead adverts for Ed Milibot posing as 'think.pieces'; "Advertising-features"; JonfuckingRonson; "...reveal the contents of their psychic record-bag..."; ohdeargodnoooooo...) I'm finding the Guardian increasingly difficult to read / stomach, tbh - it's like a cross between a recipe-book and a Decemberist's (the group) fanzine: all that fucking alt.folk and apologies for the Labour Party; hipster-couples blind-dating in pop-up restaurants, interviews with wankers, food photography, "this piece on the Icelandic music-scene was paid for by...", et cetera.
It's all product-placement. Shabby and unsubtle. The middle-class / salaried bourgeoisie look into a mirror and see... themselves. All is well.
And it's always fun when Assange snarks back at them:
"The Guardian is a curiously inward-looking beast. If any other institution tried to market its own experience of its own work nearly as persistently as The Guardian, it would surely be called out for institutional narcissism. But because The Guardian is an embarrassingly central institution within the moribund "left-of-center" wing of the U.K. establishment, everyone holds their tongue."
(It's a "record-bag", you knob; there's nothing "psychic" about it.)