I think fake rancher Clayton Tucker is just taking pictures with posed cadavers at this point. I mean, look at this sorry lot:
Clayton Tucker: patron saint of the pitiful.
Amazing turnout! Totally worth driving hours and hours for. That old crone on the right reminds me of one of those stuffed raccoons you put in the corner of your house as a joke with its paws raised in the air. LOL. She’s probably just as intelligent, too.
I’m not kidding when I say a good 20% of the decrepit old socialist morons he meets at these things will not be alive by election time.
Remember:
Fake rancher Clayton Tucker has not even officially filed for Ag Commissioner since you cannot file for another couple months or so.
Fake rancher Clayton Tucker is very unlikely to qualify to run for Ag Commissioner since he meets NONE of the legal requirements.
Fake rancher Clayton Tucker will likely have a primary opponent in March when other shitlib fake rancher clowns see what a weak candidate he is (he has ALREADY lost 3 political campaigns since 2020)
From failed City council campaign when Zac Morris beat him like a rented mule:
Just like his hero Beta O’Dork: a professional campaign failure and unemployed bum living off his family.