Messiah? He’s just a very naughty boy!

I MUST have somehow missed the presumably quite large headlines about the Second Coming.

When the Messiah returned, and a grateful world basked in his heavenly glow, I must have been having a dump. What? You haven’t heard either? Lo, the verily Lord Baby Jesus walks among us once more.

Or at least he would do, if only the cops would remove themselves from the steps of Ecuador’s embassy in London and Julian Assange was allowed to walk free.

Thanks to the likes of The Guardian licking his arse, Assange now appears to believe that he is in some way superior to the rest of us.

And because he helps run a website – which is of course a very rare thing these days – it also means he’s above the law, too.

Plotting

If two women pointed the finger at you or me claiming we’d raped them – as dreadful as that would be – the law quite rightly means they can seek redress while we can protest our innocence.

It doesn’t mean we can sidestep the whole thing as a bit of an inconvenience.

All we know in the Assange case is that he’s wanted for questioning in Sweden and he absolutely does not want to go there.

He denies the charges, but doesn’t want to go to Sweden to clear his name because the Americans MIGHT be plotting fiendishly to pluck him out of Stockholm and lock him up in a Super Max prison for life. Or until they shoot him.

So he’s turned to Ecuador – that paragon of individual freedom – as saviour?

Assange is not the Messiah. He’s not even a very naughty boy. He’s just a c***.