You might remember our friend Adam Keane, the rapist, who received a suspended three-year sentence from Mr Justice Paul Carney back in March. At the time, Keane’s suspended sentence was activated when he contemptuously flicked a cigarette butt at his victim after the trial.
Now maybe the DPP would look at another of Justice Carney’s sentences. I see in today’s paper that a man who continually raped two of his sisters over a period of ten years, and who faced 69 charges, got six years in prison. Mr Carney took the view that these offences would normally warrant a twelve-year sentence but that, as the defendant had cooperated with police, had pleaded guilty and had no previous convictions, he’d sentence him to six years instead.
No previous convictions? Oh, isn’t that nice?
This pervert fucker had no previous convictions because he wasn’t caught, Carney, you disconnected-judge-person!!! And he cooperated with the cops? So fucking what? He was caught, the fucking bastard. Caught, Carney. Caught! What part of caught don’t you understand? Of course he cooperated with the police: he knew you’d give him a break for doing so.
No previous convictions, and no offences apart from keeping two children in a state of continual terror and degradation until one of them, at the age of seventeen, finally stood up to him with a knife, and threatened to kill the cowardly bastard. Well, Mr Carney, that makes all the fucking difference, doesn’t it? He cooperated with the cops and he had no other convictions.
What sort of convictions did you have in mind, I wonder. Shoplifting? Embezzlement? Burglary? The sort of crimes that matter to the Irish judiciary: crimes against property. It didn’t matter that this evil bastard had violated these children for years and years. It didn’t matter that they’ll carry the scars for life.
As an aside to Judge Carney, let me just ask: Is that it, Paul? Is that how far you’ve travelled from reality, since the days when you used to get arrested kicking down the doors of hotel bars for a late drink? I remember when you were a reasonably decent man, still connected to reality. But now that you’re an established member of the judiciary, it seems you’ve joined the planet Nutcase, just like the rest of your cossetted, detached, disconnected colleagues.
Returning to our latest rapist, let’s do the calcs. Sixty-nine charges. Twelve years per charge. Twelve multiplied by sixty-nine would make 828 years, wouldn’t it? Even a judge could figure that much out.
So let’s sentence him to that, and reduce it by half to account for his cooperation with the police when he was caught, and his lack of previous convictions. Then let’s give him a third off for good behaviour.
276 years in jail seems about fair, wouldn’t you think, Paul?