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  • 15 février 2007 07:08
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    Column Number: 62





    When Brendon Fearon was interviewed about the Bill, he said—I am paraphrasing—that a change in the law would deter the sort of acts in which he had been involved. He is a convicted criminal, saying that if the law is changed in favour of the householder or shop owner, rather than the intruder or burglar, he would regard that as a distinct deterrent.



    Harry Cohen (Leyton and Wanstead) (Lab): What did Brendon Fearon mean by that? Did he mean that the law should be changed to allow a householder to kill a burglar, or that he would not have attempted a burglary if a householder could kill a burglar? That is not what the hon. Gentleman’s Bill is about, so what does he think Brendon Fearon meant?



    Patrick Mercer: Clearly, it is difficult for me to put words in the mouth of Brendon Fearon, and many other people have observed that difficulty, too. However, I believe he meant that the law is currently biased in favour of the burglar or intruder, and that the risk of imprisonment or physical harm lies with the householder or shop owner, rather than with the burglar. I believe that he meant that if the law is changed, that would form a deterrent.



    I have received huge support from the police across the nation, and they have made it clear that if the Bill is changed, and the test of gross disproportionality is moved from civil to criminal law, and the same area of law has a single test rather then two separate tests, that would deter burglary. If it does so, the concomitant would be to deter the likelihood of bloody confrontation within the house.



    Mr. Kevan Jones (North Durham) (Lab): In the Tony Martin case, surely Mr. Fearon was traumatised by the events. The fact is that Mr. Martin stuck a shotgun in somebody’s back at point-blank range and pulled the trigger. That may deter that individual from intruding again, but surely killing an innocent person in those circumstances does not make it <myspace><myspace>right</myspace></myspace&g t; in a just society.



    Patrick Mercer: I could not agree more. I am rarely in disagreement with the hon. Gentleman, and I agree with him now, as usual. If he had attended the previous Committee sitting, he would have heard me say the same thing, but the Bill would not give Tony Martin a defence in any shape or form. Had Bill been an Act and had Tony Martin been tried under it, he would have been found guilty of disproportionate behaviour that was way beyond reasonable force.



    I refer the Minister to the leaflet and repeat that it has not been properly distributed. The Home Office has a habit of failing to distribute leaflets correctly, such as the counter-terrorism leaflet, and I like to think that I played a small part in provoking the Government to issue that last summer. However, 1.5 million households, and police stations up and down the country, have yet to receive this leaflet.



    The Minister highlighted the column of the leaflet with the heading:





    “What if the intruder dies?”
  • 15 février 2007 11:57
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    Color me confussed
  • 15 février 2007 12:00
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    DJ Thebain (jameslovesyou) wrote:

    i was wondering how many people believe they have finally found "the one"....your soul mate. i wrote this poem to mine, please share your story if you have one.



    i have been inspired

    the winds of truth

    that blow me away

    when she walks into the room

    cause me to consume her

    and offer myself for her consumtion

    she is a nexus

    a junction of universal laws

    that most dismiss as flaws

    if ignorance is bliss

    then we are miserable

    and if this is misery

    i want no bliss

    we knew it long before the first kiss

    and now it is up to she and me

    to see

    our obvious chore

    to search for more

    to s<myspace><myspace><myspace>top</myspace> ;</myspace></myspace> the war

    to get the masses

    off their asses

    to explore the hearts of each other

    and the world

    until the light is so b<myspace><myspace><myspace>right</myspace& gt;</myspace></myspace>

    you will have to squint to catch a glimpse

    of our ever transforming love

    the salvation we can offer

    the probable

    unhumble tumble

    we will take

    falling into grace

    i love to carress her face

    she is beautiful

    like spring

    blooming with life

    and the will to invade the heaviest levels

    through her windows

    i see what we can all be...

    free

    see, i have been inspired

    and hired by God

    of the universe

    or the fact that everything is one

    or who knows who or what is calling me

    causing me

    falling we...

    soar to new hieghts

    and the flights

    the fucking magical flights

    her fingernails dig deep

    and i feel every drop of her

    flowing like a river

    i give her all i have

    then conjure from above

    even more...

    i am connected

    she interjected her wisdom once again

    and i'm trying not to be too excited

    but she incited the riot in me

    the free for all

    the calls to arms

    the feeling swarms like bees

    boy please....

    ssshhhhhh...

    relax, or you'll scare her away

    but if she is what she seems

    the girl of my dreams

    then my dedication

    and devotion

    will have her asking for more lotion please...

    i like it creamy

    she is so dreamy

    slow methodical

    graceful movements

    with divine purpose

    cause us both to writhe

    like ecstacy

    she's calling me

    and i rise to new levels everytime

    if the cops found out about this

    it would be a crime--

    it's better than drugs and thugs would sell it

    if they could find it.

    i've been saving barrels of it for years

    the gears grind

    and i find salvation

    in her eyes

    i pray when she cries

    the badness dies

    and we begin to skip again through life

    waves of daises in our wake

    with each step we take

    the earth shakes and quakes

    opening new fissures

    of truth and <myspace><myspace><myspace>right</myspace> ;</myspace></myspace>eousness

    i fought for this over a thousand lifetimes

    see

    i have been inspired

    and hired by all those who lived before

    to open new doors

    to those who don't know

    how to capture the rapture of the flow

    or how to glow...

    we can show you

    in this moment

    because in reality

    now is all there is

    and if now is all there is

    then kiss me like we are dying

    we are flying, baby

    masters of time and space bestowed

    with the grace to face each other

    and the world causing truth and life

    ...collision




    Honestly, I find poems, especially long poems, without punctuation difficult to read. I kept having to go back and reread, giving it better pauses and after a while kinda gave up. :-/
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