Beyond belief. Really.
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There's a term in law known as 'Strict Liability'. This is official, formal legal shorthand for 'You know what? I really don't care why you were doing it, mate'.
Strict Liability applies to offences like speeding. So, if you're caught breaking the speed limit, you can't just claim that you didn't know, or that you had to get home to see the end of X-Factor, or you were fleeing violent axe murderers. Speeding is speeding. You cannot exceed the limit for any reason.
Now, this might not seem too unreasonable, really. A bit crude, a bit simplistic, but you can sort of see where the legislators are comin' from, eh?
However, what happens when lazy or inept legislators, rushing to put together yet another knee-jerk set of laws, use this as their own little shortcut?
Paul Clarke of Reigate can tell you.
Mr Clarke found a discarded shotgun and - rather than blagging a bank, or shootin' up some boyz in da 'hood - decided that he should hand it in at the local police station.
After all, possession of an unlicensed firearm is an offence, innit?
Oh yes. It is. But, unfortunately for Paul, it's a 'Strict Liability' offence. Remember them? No excuses.
So, when Mr Clarke arrived at the local nick - having had the courtesy to 'phone ahead to announce his intention - was he offered a cup of tea and the thanks of several beaming Bobbies?
Was he fuck. He was promptly arrested, and thrown into a cell.
When the case came to court, was he given an apology for the misunderstanding and sent away, without a stain on his character?
Was he fuck. 'Strict Liability', see?
The judge, directing the Jury, sealed his fate, saying,
The Jury, not really knowing what the fuck was going on, and probably slightly disappointed that this was not really like on the telly at all, took a scant 20 minutes to go along with the Judge's direction, and find the poor sod Guilty. Guilty. For fuck's sake.
So, will the judge now unravel this mess, and sentence Mr Clarke to something proportionate and tolerable: "you will be taken from this place and given a cup of tea and your cab fare home" ?
Will he fuck. He can't, even if he wants to.
There's a minimum sentence for the crime of possessing a firearm. A mere judge can't be trusted to know what's appropriate, so he's given guidelines from on high.
So - and here comes the sit down and brace yourself bit - when Paul Clarke is sentenced, on December the 11th, he must be sent to prison for a minimum of five years. Five fucking years. Five years in prison, for doing what pretty much every last single fucking one of us would have done in the circumstances.
What the flying, gibbering, fuckity fuck have we come to?
It's an over-worked phrase, but could you make this shit up? No, you fucking could not.
What kind of insane, kafka-esque fucking mess do we live in?
Really, really, really. What the fuck?
++UPDATE++ The reporter who was in court, speaks here. More facts begin to emerge.
++UPDATE++ The above was CF's most visited blogpost ever, and attracted huge volumes of criticism and comment. Some responses are here
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There's a term in law known as 'Strict Liability'. This is official, formal legal shorthand for 'You know what? I really don't care why you were doing it, mate'.
Strict Liability applies to offences like speeding. So, if you're caught breaking the speed limit, you can't just claim that you didn't know, or that you had to get home to see the end of X-Factor, or you were fleeing violent axe murderers. Speeding is speeding. You cannot exceed the limit for any reason.
Now, this might not seem too unreasonable, really. A bit crude, a bit simplistic, but you can sort of see where the legislators are comin' from, eh?
However, what happens when lazy or inept legislators, rushing to put together yet another knee-jerk set of laws, use this as their own little shortcut?
Paul Clarke of Reigate can tell you.
Mr Clarke found a discarded shotgun and - rather than blagging a bank, or shootin' up some boyz in da 'hood - decided that he should hand it in at the local police station.
After all, possession of an unlicensed firearm is an offence, innit?
Oh yes. It is. But, unfortunately for Paul, it's a 'Strict Liability' offence. Remember them? No excuses.
So, when Mr Clarke arrived at the local nick - having had the courtesy to 'phone ahead to announce his intention - was he offered a cup of tea and the thanks of several beaming Bobbies?
Was he fuck. He was promptly arrested, and thrown into a cell.
When the case came to court, was he given an apology for the misunderstanding and sent away, without a stain on his character?
Was he fuck. 'Strict Liability', see?
The judge, directing the Jury, sealed his fate, saying,
"This is an unusual case, but in law there is no dispute that Mr Clarke has no defence to this charge.
The Jury, not really knowing what the fuck was going on, and probably slightly disappointed that this was not really like on the telly at all, took a scant 20 minutes to go along with the Judge's direction, and find the poor sod Guilty. Guilty. For fuck's sake.
So, will the judge now unravel this mess, and sentence Mr Clarke to something proportionate and tolerable: "you will be taken from this place and given a cup of tea and your cab fare home" ?
Will he fuck. He can't, even if he wants to.
There's a minimum sentence for the crime of possessing a firearm. A mere judge can't be trusted to know what's appropriate, so he's given guidelines from on high.
So - and here comes the sit down and brace yourself bit - when Paul Clarke is sentenced, on December the 11th, he must be sent to prison for a minimum of five years. Five fucking years. Five years in prison, for doing what pretty much every last single fucking one of us would have done in the circumstances.
What the flying, gibbering, fuckity fuck have we come to?
It's an over-worked phrase, but could you make this shit up? No, you fucking could not.
What kind of insane, kafka-esque fucking mess do we live in?
Really, really, really. What the fuck?
++UPDATE++ The reporter who was in court, speaks here. More facts begin to emerge.
++UPDATE++ The above was CF's most visited blogpost ever, and attracted huge volumes of criticism and comment. Some responses are here
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