Sitting in a little coffee shop in Miami, my favorite city in the world, and watching the TV as Julian Assange gives a speech from the balcony of the Ecuadorian embassy in London. The Cubans, Venezuelans, and Spaniards in the shop are laughing their heads off. They are all way too familiar with pompous egomaniacs giving speeches from balaconies to take Assange seriously.
I swear it looks like a scene out of a Woody Allen movie. He looks absurd, standing on the small balcony with a cameraman while giving his self-important speech to the "crowd" below. Ah, yes, the United States "must" do this or that . . . Sure, sure, you want fries with that?
Let the poor boy go to Ecuador. He won't last long there. Wait until he sees how Correa runs the place.