Why I'm glad this man won the Lottery

Last updated at 16:14 15 August 2004

I am glad that a squalid multiple rapist has won the Lottery while he was supposed to be in prison.

Not for him, mark you. I hope he is sued to kingdom come and that the fruits of his winnings turn to dust and ashes in his mouth.

But I am pleased that his case may at last alert a stupefied public to the organised fraud which is our criminal justice system.

It may divert us from our holidays, TV-watching and netsurfing and turn our eyes to that system's dangerous weakness, pointlessness and dishonesty.

And, if so, it may eventually help to drive our complacent, unrepentant elite from power.

Look at Iorworth Hoare's record of repeated foulness. Jailed in 1973 for three years. Offended again in 1975. Jailed for four years. Offended in 1978. Jailed for four years. Offended in 1982. Jailed for seven years. In 1989 commits his foulest rape yet and is jailed for "life".

What you will see is this: that Hoare is not remotely afraid of prison, where he has never been punished, just indolently warehoused with other people much like him.

He obviously sees going back there as a reasonable price to pay for his wanton cruelty to his fellow creatures.

You will also observe that if any of these prison terms had been served to the full, he would not have been free to commit the next offence.

But every sentence given to him was a fraud. He did not serve anything like the term publicly given to him, since every judge in this country tells a whopping, conscious lie when he pronounces sentence.

The "life" sentence is the greatest fraud of all. In this case, it meant that this appalling man, many of whose victims no doubt still bear the mental and physical scars of his acts, was legally able to roam about the shops.

The only thing that ought to be on Iorworth Hoare's mind is penitence for his filthy behaviour and the need for restitution to those he has so horribly betrayed and wronged.

But instead he ambles, carefree, in the sunshine buying Lottery tickets, and hires celebrity lawyers to try to keep his sordid, diabolical triumph a secret.

This is what we call justice in the liberal paradise we have made.

Perhaps Hoare will now be able to afford to move in nextdoor to some of the people responsible. I rather hope he does.