These poor old codgers. Having to sit there and listen to a dingbat like Clayton Tucker blather about oligarchs and fake ranching in a fake Southern accent. Brutal.
I’ve noticed that at some of these little events, the attendees have taken to guzzling wine as of late. This serves to dull their senses and ease the pain of suffering through the verbal diarrhea of this socialist simpleton:
Call me crazy, but wasting about 10 hours to drive round trip to get the vote of 16 people who will pull the lever for a democrat no matter who it is, seems like a massive waste of time and gas money to me.
Throw in the fact that (1) Clayton Tucker does not even meet the basic qualifications for the job he is seeking and (2) will likely lose in the primary anyways and (3) given the age of these people, probably 8% of them will be dead by the time November 2026 rolls around – and you have a complete waste of time for everyone involved.
Of course, when you live with mom and have no real job, you can waste all the time you want, I guess. Anything to look busy, right Comrade??