This is Hidden Killers with Tony Brewski. Here now, Tony Brucey.

As if Coburger's first two complaints weren't revealing enough, the harassment note and the

mush on the tray saga, we then get his third letter. And this one takes the cake. Or rather,

doesn't take the cake. Because Brian

Coburger's problem was that items on his tray were missing. And he wanted replacements per policy.

He literally cited nutrition standards. Like he was arguing a thesis. He positioned himself not as an inmate, but as an aggrieved customer demanding better service.

If it weren't attached to the brutal reality of who he is, it would almost be a parody.

The prison's response was blunt, almost dismissive.

Disruptions like flooding happened, but J2 is generally calm and B-block wouldn't be any better.

That to his other complaint about being picked on, people calling names, water being flooded into his cell.

And there was no response to the snacks.

It's just the submission.

So basically, sit down, shut up, and get used to it.

What fascinates me about this is what it says about his long game or rather his total lack of

game.

Coburger thought he'd be infamous yet.

But infamous in a way that still held some twisted prestige.

He imagined professors studying him, maybe even profiling him.

It's being next to Bundy or BTK.

What he's realizing now is that he doesn't have the charisma, the intelligence, or the social savvy of those killers.

Horrible as they were, used to avoid detection.

He's just as a husk facade, as Robin described, a movie set with nothing behind the walls.

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