Spoiler: it’s a piece of shit. A poorly-constructed, horribly-written turd with a nonsensical plot and cliche technology that sound like something an 8-year-old would dream up. This gives us a very good look into the tiny mind of a nitwit socialist, actually: it’s frighteningly simplistic and poorly thought out, much like his political ideology, understanding of economics, energy policy, ranching operation and living arrangements.
Since Comrade Clayton is running for statewide office, I figured I’d waste $3 and buy his sci-fi abortion off Amazon for Kindle. There is no way I’ll ever waste hours of my life reading this drivel from start to finish, so I used keywords in a search to try and find some ridiculous stuff. I was not disappointed! Here’s very weird snippet….
The next few exhibits hosted other strange creatures: ranging from a herd of Squirrelards—body of a lizard with a head and tail of a squirrel, to a giant sloth whose DNA was spliced with marijuana—thus making it perpetually high off its own DNA. At the final exhibit stood a creature that appeared to be a cross between a bear and a Russian man, commonly called Butin. Kat and Rick knew of this creature, for it was notorious for its aggression. Every time it took a piss, it annexed whatever it pissed on—whether it be a piece of land or even someone’s leg. (page 63)
Even back in 2018, Comrade Clayton was (indirectly and lamely) whining and whimpering about Putin! Amazing. Not to mention that entire paragraph makes no sense as a viable possibility in the physical world.
Here is a brain-splittingly bad piece of action from Mandated Happiness:
Violet had a better idea! She would cut off her own hand, throw it at Rick, then he panic and crash and explode! And rain blood maybe! Problem was, she didn’t have a knife! But that was okay because she had teeth and she knew how to use them! So she chewed off her left hand, got close to Rick, then, with her hand in hand, she threw it at Rick! Or at least she tried, for it turned out you really need a hand on the controls at all times! She crashed! And died! And exploded! And rained blood! Or gasoline! It’s hard to tell the difference with a swollen brain! Meanwhile, two other random tankers exploded! Why?! No one cared! Kat must kill Winston! Since her name was Kat, she must become a cat, and claw him to death! With her human fingers! She neared him and leaped from her bike toward him like a cat pouncing a stupid mouse! Turned out, she stupid one ‘cause she missed, horribly! She dead! Winston laughed! Laughed so much he crashed and died like idiot! Only Rick and Jade left! (page 125)
What a piece of shit, you say? Missing words and sentences that make no sense, you say? I agree. My 10-year-old writes better and with far less exclamation points. But remember, this ‘book’ was destined to be ‘published’ – as long as he had some extra money laying around.
Let’s look at one last excerpt. A screed where Comrade Clayton rants about his distorted and totally backwards understanding of “freedom” and “rights”:
They were, in essence, freedom-talking fascists; while they spoke of liberty and freedom, they only meant their own freedom to steal liberty from other people. They wanted the “liberty” to not only have their own opinions, but also their own facts. They wanted the “right” to steal rights away. They wanted the “empowerment” to steal the power of the people. Their talk of “freedom” was a sham. In the middle of town were gallows. From them hung the bodies of those deemed undesirable—anyone who spoke out against them, anyone who was gay, lesbian, or queer, anyone who was anything other than white, and such. On each body, a swastika was carved into their flesh. Rick bit his lip to hold back the rage. How he hated freedom-talking fascists.
Wow. He was jabbering about and mislabeling “fascists” a LONG time ago! This was likely written back around 2017 or so, long before the current fad of labeling everything fascist or nazi. So he is good and truly brainwashed now.
Clayton Tucker grew up in a normal household with two seemingly-normal parents who doted on him as an only child in Central Texas, a red state. I wonder what twisted him into the envious, angry communist freak he is today. I’d have to guess it was college and some commie professor that did it. Most likely his Berkeley-educated poli sci professor Alisa Gaunder who he probably had some crush on and wanted to please and who he jacked off too when he went home to mom after class every week in Georgetown.
Sad little boy.
