There are plenty of clues that Comrade Clayton Tucker is a fake farmer and rancher, if you have even the tiniest observation skills: the soft, pale, doughy build. The weak hands with zero scratches, callouses, ant bites or cuts on them. Holding up a nut and calling it a bolt.
Then there are the VERY obvious ones. Like this staged photo taken recently to convince you he’s a “working man” even though he lives with his parents at age 35 and has been unemployed for many, many years. The “family farm” makes zero money. It’s a hobby, if it’s even that. The IRS would agree, which is why Clayton refuses to disclose any financial data about the “farm.” LOL.
Oh wait, he did admit it’s worth about $18,000. My bad.
First, notice the look of utter revulsion on his puss. His nose all wrinkled in disgust as if a hot female had asked him for sexual intercourse. He can barely wait to get through this awful ordeal and get back to posting to his 13 social media sites.
Secondly, the soft, girly fingers are all curled back because he is scared of getting animal cooties and saliva on them. Note the curled pinky finger.
Finally, note he forgot to put on his fake holster and gun on his right hip…the one he wore for the other photo shoots. Oops.
He takes pictures like this as “proof” that he’s a rancher, but he has NEVER made a living at it. Not even close. He just whines that the cattle industry is “monopolized” even as 250,000 family ranches somehow make a buck in Texas and beef prices are at all time highs. Only a moron fake rancher socialist would be broke in that environment.