[There is so much to unpack after the recent coyote attacks, that I will likely have to break it into multiple posts. This one is going to deal with his lies about his occupation.]
Perhaps he was distraught from the multiple goat deaths he recently suffered, including losing his SECOND and final dwarf goat – the unfortunately-named male goat “Cinnabon.” Cinnabon’s brother “Splenda” ALSO died last November under the care of serial goat-murderer Clayton Tucker.

[With both dwarf goats now dead (the same ones he ‘misplaced’ last year), that kind of puts a crimp on the “mini goat yoga” business model, does it not? Better go change the website, buddy.]
Perhaps he’s just tired of trying to remember his past lies.
Perhaps (most likely) he’s just REALLY a dumb guy and thinks nobody will notice.
Whatever the reason, the recent RX Ranch Coyote Goat Massacre aftermath saw our local fake rancher make multiple slip-ups as he talked in his comment section about why he has overseen an inordinate number of goat deaths in the last year. By my count, he’s overseen at least 17 deaths – including those two poor dwarf goats.
The resultant burst of babbling from Comrade Clayton was nothing short of ridiculous.
But the most damning of all, was THIS admission. Multiple people asked why he didn’t just get some fucking guard dogs already, since his donkeys are completely worthless. His answer? Pure gold:

Logistics? LOL. It ain’t complicated – you find a dog, go buy it and drive it home. I know Comrade Clayton has owned dogs before because he blabbered about his dog Hershey all the time in 2020 when he got crushed running for state senate. So what’s the problem? More and more people repeated the guard dog suggestion, so he waffled again!

Huge, complicated logistical issues! Intractable problems! Like building a suspension bridge out of wet noodles! How can he be expected to do it? Oh, but the truth finally came out:

“Due to my campaign work” he’s never around?!? Kind of like I’ve been saying for YEARS now? A fake hobby ranch where you take a few pictures of goats in between Tweeting Bernie Sanders nonsense and pointlessly traveling to 12-person gatherings of old people to yell about power to the people? LOL.
First of all, right there he admits this whole “ranch” thing is window dressing bullshit. It is NOT his job or a source of any real income. It is an afterthought. A joke. Something to impress the urban rubes. Just playtime on grandpa’s property with some pets. If you can’t be bothered to be around enough to save your animals, you are not a rancher. You are a fraud.
Secondly: WHAT CAMPAIGN?? Whoops, Comrade. It’s not even primary season! You have not filed to run for anything at all – you can’t even physically file yet, even if you wanted to. So what “campaign” are you speaking of, you clown?? Did you slip up and admit this is all a prelude to a run for Ag Commissioner? Maybe you’re planning to run against David Spiller, who you also recently took a shit on?
Either way: oops.
But then he changes his story AGAIN the very next day! Now he’s telling people THIS whopper:

WHOA!!! Wait, now you travel FOR WORK? What work is that? You’re supposedly a rancher! Why are you traveling? The only other fake job you have besides rancher is that ridiculous “Trade Justice Education” farce, which I have demonstrated pretty convincingly likely pays you approximately $0 per year – and which you NEVER mention outside of re-Tweeting maybe 4 posts per year.
“Work” as I understand it (and did myself for many years) involves trading your time and effort for monetary compensation. Puttering around the state and screaming “power to the people” to 14 sad, old farts at a happy hour is certainly not a “job,” you yam bag.
Ouch. Lies, lies and more lies. Of course, that’s what compulsive liars do. None of these lies will look very good if/when you DO decide to run for something soon. I’ll make sure of that, you scumbag.
Oh yeah – incedentally, this information also completely neutralizes Comrade Clayton’s bellyaching and destroys his major excuse for failing at ranching, which is “Big Ag.” Big Ag is trying to crush the little guy! Big Ag has a monopoly on everything! Big Ag is ruining family farms!
It’s not Big Ag holding you back. It’s your own laziness and lack of effort. If you aren’t even willing to do the minimal work required to keep your animals safe (feed a guard dog) because you are off gallivanting around pretending to be a dime-store Bernie Sanders for zero compensation, then you only have yourself to blame – not some boogeyman named “Big Ag,” you fuckwit.