with some fava beans and a fine chianti

Prometheus, the Titan, was a big fan of mankind. He liked us hairless apes so much that he stole fire from the gods and gave it to men. That selfless act was his undoing – Prometheus angered Zeus who, as punishment, chained him to a rock on the Caucasus where an eagle would feast on his ever regenerating liver daily. Technically, he’s still there, pondering the unintended consequences of his act (let’s not even go into the whole Pandora thing, which was also his fault).

Edward, the IT guy, was also a big fan of mankind. He liked us hairless apes so much that he quit his cushy $200K a year NSA job in Hawaii and stole a bunch of shitty looking powerpoint presentations about how Obama is reading your email. This selfless act was his undoing. He angered a bunch of people in the U.S. government, who are trying to get him in extradited back to America so he can face the music.

But here’s the thing – the U.S. government may be powerful, but it’s no Zeus. Snowden has managed to evade capture so far, avoiding the wrath of the American olympus. Here’s how he’s done it: cunning like a fox, our modern Prometheus spent the past two weeks holed up in the transit area of Moscow’s Sheremetyevo airport, waiting for offers of political asylum, which have just materialized – from Venezuela and Bolivia.

Something tells this correspondent that old, classic Prometheus, given the choice of having his liver eaten by an eagle ad aeternum versus spending a couple of weeks in a Russian airport and the next two decades in Caracas,  wouldn’t have hesitated: chain me to the rock and call the bird.

Our new Prometheus probably sees the latter option as a crowning achievement. There’s no glory in martyrdom these days.