On the 23rd of December, 2004, Ernest Meads, a 58-year-old father-of-two from Enfield, London, was stabbed to death outside Edmonton Green train station.

He was killed by Ismail Dogan, a jobless 29-year-old immigrant with a history of mental illness

Over the next hour or so Dogan stabbed David Symes, Roger Levy, Vicki Cann, 76-year-old Raymond Day and one other in Edmonton and Haringey, north London.

All of the above required emergency surgery.

Although Dogan admitted Ernest's manslaughter, on the grounds of diminished responsibility, he denied attempting to murder the others.

Chief Superintendent Simon O'Brien said:

"It seems the suspect was getting out of his vehicle, picking people at random, stabbing them and then getting back in his vehicle".

The court heard that, Dogan, who needed the help of an interpreter, had told the police that he was happy with what he had done and would do it again if he got the chance. He also described hearing voices from God, a bird and a dog. These voices told him to kill English people.

His barrister said that Dogan was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia in 2000 and, before he killed Ernest, his behaviour was causing concern to psychiatrists and his family. Apparently, he had stopped taking the anti-psychotic drugs he had been prescribed in June, 2004. This had led to a "severe abnormality of mind".

Dogan came to Britain from Turkey when he was 12-years-old. He has a history of paranoia and had been an in-patient at St Ann's Hospital, a mental health facility in Tottenham. However, he was discharged from there three years before he took Ernest's life. He was made the subject a care in the community order upon his release but was eventually released from that as well.

When the Tories and the Labour Party colluded in the closure of the old asylums and tossed the insane onto the streets in 1991, they knew that Care-in-the Community would have a devastating effect upon the rest of us.

But they did it anyway. It wasn't ever going to be those who live in the leafy suburbs who were going to bear the brunt of the predictable surge in lunatic criminality. It was the poor and disenfranchised in the towns and cities, where most of the nuts would cluster, who were going to be terrorised, raped, stabbed and eaten.

Of course, those who once were housed, safely, in the system would also die in droves.

The Tories did this terrible thing for profit. They got to sell off the buildings and the grounds, wash their hands of the care of these folk and pocket the loot. The Labour Party, at an official level, did it for love of the poor loonie.

Behind the scenes, of course, those who had our worst interests at heart were fingering the calculators and sniggering at the figures in the minus column. Having a deranged and unpredictable weirdo living on the other side of the bedsit wall was always going to have a demoralising effect on the rest of us.

Trust me, ladies and gentlemen, the Machiavellian Big Brothers and Sisters who own and run the politicians, the media darlings and the PC activists, tick off the obituaries and grin every time an Ernest Mead meets his maker at the hands of a psychopath on the mean streets of England.

Especially when they realise that it was one of their recent importations that got him.