This is just getting sad.
I’ll tell you what “got him”: the poor little guy died of shame because he (and his brother) had such an incredibly gay name and because he realized his owner is a massive tool bag. That thought won’t occur to Comrade Clayton because he HAS no shame. He walked around in a Tim Walz camo hat for the last three months, for Christ’s sake.
“Ranching” ain’t easy? I wouldn’t call it ranching. I’d call it killing pet after pet through neglect. After all, these are the SAME GOATS Comrade Clayton lost a few months ago and then blamed it on phantom “kidnappers” before the goats were found “crying constantly” and looking like “skin and bones.” Maybe someone should call animal welfare on this bozo.
Besides, it sure looks pretty easy to me:
1 – have mom buy you a goat.
2 – neglect it because you are busy driving around to commie conventions and zoom calls.
3 – post sad post to get sympathy on Facebook about your dead pet.
4 – ask mom to buy another pet. Repeat cycle.
You’ve literally done this over and over. Looks pretty easy to me. Twisted and sad and fucked up….but easy.
I’m starting to SERIOUSLY consider the notion that Clayton Tucker is retarded. Like, for REAL retarded. And his mom buys him these animals as some kind of weird “emotional support” goats because he doesn’t have any human friends. But she keeps overestimating his cognitive abilities to actually CARE for these animals, and so they keep dying. But she just doesn’t want to face the fact that her son is a dunce…so she buys more animals in the hope he’ll finally get it right this time.
Very sad.