Imagine you are a billionaire. You have more money than anyone could ever spend. You could spend time on the things you enjoy, with the people you admire or who are dear to you, or even - sometimes - use some of that money to make the world a better place for everyone. Learn about different cultures, learn a new language. Be physically active.
And instead you find yourself sitting with the worst people in the world, crawling up the ass of some orange convict, rapist, and con artist.
If they weren't tearing the world around them down along with themselves, I could almost feel some pity for those suckers.