Christopher Worrell wants us to feel sorry for him even though he got himself arrested for being one of the insurrectionists who stormed the Capitol on January 6 and now can only think of going home instead of being locked up in pretrial detention.
Worrell is also a member of the Proud Boys, a far-right extremist, neo-fascist gang of thugs that promotes and engages in political violence across the United States.
But according to Worrell, he’s ever so sorry for what he did and thinks the government should give him a break because he’s suffering from a disease and needs urgent medical attention.
Boo freaking hoo! You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, huh, Christopher? Then how do you explain the fact that you’re also charged with using pepper spray on a law enforcement officer? That’s not a protest; it’s assault and battery.
That’s not all Worrell had to say.
Once he had whined and sounded as if he was about to cry as he alleged that he’s not getting adequate medical treatment for his non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, he remarked:
They’re mistreating him? Did he think being in jail would be a pleasant experience? If Chris Worrell was so damn concerned about his health, he should have stayed home on Jan. 6 instead of going to Washington looking for blood and oozing hate from every pore.
Why should we have a shred of sympathy for Worrell or any of the others awaiting their day in court? Are we supposed to buy their bullshit excuses and believe their crocodile tears now that they’re facing a long stint in prison?
There’s an old saying that was popular way back when on a show that ran in the 1970s. The show was called “Baretta” and it featured actor Robert Blake in the lead role. The theme song had this line in it:
That’s my advice for the traitors who stormed the Capitol. You did the crime, and now you have to do the time. End of story.