"They call me Mister Loaf!"
Poor old Julian Assange. Opinions are mixed on the latest WikiLeaks revelations, but one thing is certain. If the Swiss don't nab the execrable Assange on something laughably known as "Swiss Sex Charges", and The Phillipines refuses entry for him, someone out to settle scores for past or current damage suffered by the leaks will sniff him out. No sovereign state will protect him, as the Brits did for Salman Rushdie. So beware, Julian, of Meat Loaf.
I, along with Phil Rizutto, forgave Meat Loaf long ago for wallowing in paradise by dashboard lights, doing anything for love except "that", and wailing that a 66.6% committment isn't that bad. But he'll really rise in my estimation if he cuts off Assanges toes!