Remember Kent Hovind? Of course you do. The last we heard everybody’s favourite creationist nutbar and his creationist nutbar wife were looking at spending the foreseeable future preaching from behind bars. Well, Hovind’s sentence has been handed down, and it’s pretty much what everyone expected.
Pensacola evangelist Kent Hovind was sentenced Friday afternoon to 10 years in prison on charges of tax fraud.
After a lengthy sentencing hearing that last 5 1/2 hours, U.S. District Judge Casey Rodgers ordered Hovind also:
—Pay $640,000 in restitution to the Internal Revenue Service.
—Pay the prosecution’s court costs of $7,078.
—Serve three years parole once he is released from prison.
Hovind’s wife, Jo Hovind, also was scheduled to be sentenced. Rodgers postponed her sentencing until March 1 to allow her defense attorney an opportunity to argue possible discrepancies in sentencing guidelines.
Prior to his sentencing, a tearful Kent Hovind, also known as “Dr. Dino” asked for the court’s leniency.
“If it’s just money the IRS wants, there are thousands of people out there who will help pay the money they want so I can go back out there and preach,” Hovind said.
Hovind, founder of Creation Science Evangelism and Dinosaur Adventure Land in Pensacola, was found guilty in November of 58 federal counts, including failure to pay $845,000 in employee-related taxes. He faced a maximum of 288 years in prison.
Jo Hovind was charged and convicted in 44 of the counts involving evading bank-reporting requirements and faces a maximum of 225 years in prison.
Kent Hovind, who is incarcerated in the Escambia County Jail, will be assigned to a prison by the Bureau of Prisons. Rodgers recommended Kent Hovind be sent to the prison at Saufley Field in Pensacola so he will be close to his family.
It will be up to the Bureau of Prisons, however, to make that determination.
Would it be considered in poor taste to gloat a little over this? Maybe, but that won’t stop me.
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LH- To quote my imaginary girlfriend who’s name has not yet been decided, partly because it’d just be forgotten anyway:
havn’t been to London for years and never had much reason to leave town (live near Hastings) - didn’t know what london pride was until googled it (though I’ve been told Brighton pride has more of a gay emphasis), interestingly came to something crossing both topics (albeit beer - close enoough):
Indeed…, I look forward to tonight
Anyway lager is way too bitter for my tastes and, though art+cultural things can be enjoyed, they have less benefit than more pressing issues, so I think they’re not the best use of resorces
So here goes:
3:1 If ye lager drinker offend thine eyes, pluck theirs out
3:2 Thou shalt sew many Saxifraga x urbium in the former sockets of their eye’s embrace
3:3 Thine leafy repentance shalt be ensured through use of gaffa tape to affix an unbreakable bond between stem and sinner, and floating orchard-boats shalt be constructed with 2 of every species of drinker, to maintain thine yield come 40 days of flood
3:4 On the autumntime thou shalt harvest the fruits of thine labour from the lager drinkers thoust keep, they will then be preserved by a cacoon of clingfilm for reciept of the giant spider that ate a NASA shuttle