Monday, November 29, 2010

A Metaphore

Let's say I'm an adolescent male - I know, not a stretch - and I live next to a hot senior cheerleader. Furthermore, this hot cheerleader has an upstairs window opposite mine and she doesn't suspect that I watch her dress/undress via my Meade telescope. Oh how her breasts are perky.

Let's say that I enjoy the fruits of my situation with some select friends under a strict code of secrecy, one that they honor. But, dude that live across the street also has a Meade telescope and also watches. Yet dude across the street takes pictures distributes these to anyone that wants a free shot. Of course, ol' girl starts closing the blinds and my good thing comes crashing to an end.

Such is the case: the NY Times, Washington Post, Times of London, WSJ, Associated Press, Seymour Hersh, etc. are my close friends and I; the dude across the street is WikiLeaks.

The cornucopia of leads will now close. Where WikiLeaks tries to foster a more world view among its players in diplomacy, military and geopolitical circles, it has shot itself in the perverbial foot and now has made it tougher for news outlets to ask hard questions and perform its duty as the Forth Estate because a major source of leads has instantaneously dried up.

The Times, among other major outlets, was forced to responsibly publish the diplomatic cables in question because the announced presence of same cables, and their content, is thus news. But, Times' staffers and freelance affiliates have now seen their job become much harder.

Sorry WikiLeaks; I love the message but a little bit of volume discretion - such as how De Beers distributes diamonds - would have been in order here