With the amount of coverage this is getting, we may not even to have to send field agents out to attend the hearing/trials. Of course, this means if we want the inside scoop, we have to rely on...
journalists. Gross.
Chris having a hissy fit during the hearing surprised me more than it should, even though he has acted like a child in every trial/hearing to date (making noise/playing with toys in the courtroom, talking over his lawyer/the judge, making unnecessary comments, behaving generally inappropriately); for old time's sake, I reread @Cyan 's account of the Michael Snyder trial (July 10, 2012):
Cyan said:
Bell took a turn to speak, and wanted to formally introduce Chris to the Judge. He surprisingly introduced Chris as "High-functionally Autistic" which is an outdated term and not part of the Autism spectrum. He also briefly told the Judge about Chris and Barbra's lives, and tried to explain the situation with the game place from the Chandlers' perspective. At one point he called Chris an "Adult-autistic-child", which Chris scowled at. He also made note that if the plea bargain was accepted, Chris would be assimilated into the world, taught how to contribute to society, and would get psychiatric evaluations and treatment. Chris mumbled something and seemed really distressed by all of this.
When Chris was brought to the stand, he stress-sighed first thing. He then repeated his mother's earlier question, in hopes to get Bell to speak for him. The judge shot him down the same way he did his mother, and proceeded to ask the questions.
This is where things got amusing.
"Is your full name Christian Weston Chandler?"
"Yes, but my birthname is Christopher Weston Chandler. Now it's Christian."
"So your full name is Christopher Weston Chandler?"
"N-no. My name is Christian. My birth name was Christopher, but we changed it years ago."
"Do you understand that you are to be charged the court fees, should you accept the plea bargain?"
"Yes. My mother will be taking care of that."
"Do you understand that you are to pay Michael John Snyder for his medical expenses?"
"Yes, but I don't think that THIEVING LIAR deserves a red cent!"
The Judge dismissed this.
And finally, when asked if he willingly pleaded guilty and was his own conscious choice, Chris hesitated for a good five seconds.
"...Yes."
And this was
nine years ago. Chris has only gotten worse since then.
Now that he's getting cranky about not having his toys, either to retrieve from the motel and stow away at 14 BLC or to bring with them with him to his cell, I suspect he'll start throwing more tantrums like the one during his brief stint in jail on October 28, 2011, after
running Snyder over with his car:
Tards Fartington said:
My mother fought the police in my defense, and she was handcuffed and I was emotionally distraught, I screamed and Screamed and SCREAMED, until an ambulance came for my mother to take her to UVA Hospital; she was okay, but her Blood Pressure was high. I was driven to, entered and thrown into a cell block. At first for a while, I was as melodramatic and sane as Daria, then I started going crazy, I shouted television talk and songs at random; took off my shirt due to the heat; pretended to be a genie with light brown hair for a while, and made an acquaintance with the stainless steel sink with a hex-shaped bowl.
I prayed a LOT to Jesus for my release and safe return home with my mother. And I banged the cell door with both my feet while lying on a folding mattress on the floor (to get those bastards to let me see and talk to my mother Eventually, my mother arrived, tried to post bail, but there were errors. Rocky was called to help us, BLESS her and her husband soo much. Then my mother was jumpsuited and jailed; I was too shortly before. And I was moved to two other cells. Only after seeing my mother in her suit pass by my second cell, did I start to calm down. I was REALLY WORRIED about my mother and her health. She Needed Me, and I Needed Her. Eventually in cell 3, I dozed off and slept for a few hours. I did not eat their food; I had Never eaten Prison Food, and I was NOT going to start then.
I find it hysterical how much Chris needed his mommy back then, and now he doesn't give a rat's ass. Not when some ding dang dirty trolls might take his toys before he can get to them!
Also worth noting is that after Snyder was struck by their vehicle
twice, he managed to convince the judge to grant leniency to Charb and allow them to plead down their felonies to misdemeanors, so they didn't have a felony conviction hanging over their heads. Chris repaid him for his kindness by defaming him in a court of law.
Chris really fucking screwed the
Snorlax pooch this time. He alienated friend(s), family, Null, Marvin, well-meaning old trolls and ass-kissing sycophants alike. There is no one left in Chris' corner now, save for his imaginary friends. There's no Rob Bell to rein him in (though we'll see how this veteran PD does), no Rocky to fraudulently sign off on community service hours paperwork for him, no court-mandated-psychiatry-program-for-tards quacks to give him a pat on his balding seaweed head and free movie tickets for being such a good boy, no Michael Snyder to plead with the judge, no Mommy to take care of everything, and no more of Bob's savings to throw at the problem. (That was long-gone after Barb blew it all to get Rob Bell to, I dunno, pull a not guilty ruling out of the judge's ass.) For the first time in his life, there is no one to shield Chris from the consequences of his actions. Even if he gets off easy, relatively speaking (say, a year or two in the clink), he's still fucked by virtue of being a convicted felon and a sex offender. He'll never see Mommy again outside of the courtroom, if then. He'll probably never see the only home he's ever really known again, either.
Chris is fucked.
