London - Mouthfulls of bollocks for a solid ten minutes saw Julian Assange preach from the Ecuadorean embassy balcony this afternoon.
However a Beeb news close-up shows the Wikileaks arse with his flies undone.
And half an inch of schlong inside his boxer shorts looking for daylight if not a snap by the paps.
The subtle nuance was not lost on hacks gathered outside the Hans Crescent legation to hear Assange's statement on Ecuador's asylum offer.
"Asylum?" a shrill voice called out from the crowd during the rant.
"Asylum as in 'loony bin'? Bloody long way to Ecuador, mate, if you've a head problem needs sorting, ha ha."
But Assange's one man stand-up was saw him oblivious of all but himself as he proselytized pope-like at a St Peter's balcony rant regarding, er, stuff.
Mostly about a conspiracy to boil him in oil, poor lamb, when all he's ever done is be a hero taking some ultimate rap.
Zero about his indictment for extradition on serious sexual charges by Swedish Prosecutors - not a single dickie bird.
Mostly we got grandstanding about witches and witch hunts and the Spanish Inquisition that's about to grill a snitch called Bradley Manning... whose copyright violations have landed him in the slammer awaiting trial in the US.
Rafael Correa has just fallen into a giant elephant trap.