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):
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:
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.