Whiny Socialist Clayton Tucker of Lampasas Wrong Again

You just know that Comrade Clayton Tucker has been poised over his laptop in his parents’ upstairs bedroom for the last 48 hours masturbating to ERCOT dashboards and waiting for the power to go out so he can blame the GOP for not “fixing the damn grid”.

He doesn’t actually suffer if the power goes out, mind you, because his house his parents’ house (208 S Western) is less than two blocks from the police station – and is likely protected from any rolling blackouts as critical infrastructure.

It wouldn’t affect him one bit – he just needs something to cry about. In fact, he’s probably under the covers watching Bernie Sanders Netflix documentaries while mom brings him hot cocoa and milk.

Out here in the boondocks, we have had uninterrupted power all week. That’s even WITH ice and wind storms, which nobody has any control over. We enjoy this level of service because bad-ass guys called “linemen” go out into the shit storm and keep the lights on. THAT is a real job. Comrade Clayton has never had a real job in his life, so he doesn’t appreciate that either. He thinks electricity comes from a hole in his parents’ wall.

Funny how the global warming that Comrade Clayton is so frightened of has actually resulted in two extremely cold winters in a row.

I’m sure his hero Beta Male O’Rourke will “fix” the grid by adding more shitty windmills and solar panels in the unlikely event he becomes governor. Luckily, we haven’t imported quite enough foreign invaders to make that happen yet. Also, Texas is now a lot stricter on proving your ability to vote – much to the chagrin of Comrade Clayton Tucker. He absolutely HATES voter ID laws.

We’re like two balls in a nutsack, yo!

Just a reminder: there is not a single windmill or solar panel installed at Clayton Tucker’s parent’s house OR his grandpa’s ranch where he runs around pretending to be a “rancher”. Not one. I wonder why that is? What’s stopping you from installing all that stuff yourself, Comrade Clayton? I mean, besides not having any net worth. You could always beg Dad for the money.

A “devistating” (sic) promise!

PLEASE God, let Clayton Tucker run for City council again this year.