I am grateful to Thursday's Question Time for providing the revelation that New Labour expected 56,000 people to walk into Britain when we opened the doors, but got three quarters of a million. But I read from the BBC and the South Wales Argus that the Minister of Justice seems to be particularly ill equipped in spotting mad axe murderers in our midst.
A couple of months ago I was rather surprised to hear that a lone madman had gone ape shit and murdered the owner of a haulage business not too many miles north of here, and had a bloody good go at doing away with a couple of others too. The story was all over the papers and the on-line websites.
Actually before I go any further with this story I have an apology to make because far from being a madman Russel Carter was pronounced sane and fit to stand trial for the crime of which he was apprehended red-handed. And now he will enjoy Bed and Breakfast at OUR expense for the next thirty years.
But the ease by which this man committed these acts was born from a familiarity that comes from having done it before. As the BBC News Page reveals
Hywell Hughes, for the prosecution, told Newport Crown Court that in September 1985, Carter had held up a bank in California and tied up staff. Carter, who was also convicted of armed robbery in 1979, was sentenced to 20 years over the incident. He also had a 1979 conviction for first-degree aggravated robbery using a shotgun in Utah.
So let us get this straight. A man is born in the UK and is taken by his parents to live in the USA. There he grows up to be a bank robber and an aggravated burglar and gets put in their slammer for twenty years. Freed early (?) he promptly violates the terms of his parole by jumping on a plane and coming to Britain, an act that he can achieve because no Home Secretary or Minister For Justice has the foresight to demand that criminal checks are made on airline passengers leaving the USA and entering the UK even though the USA demands we do that to everyone jumping on a plane going the other way.
Looks to me like yet another right royal screw up in the operation of the "Special Relationship", jack.