Ivy-Born, Front-Porch Fighter.
Tucker came from prep school and bowties, but he ended up the sharpest-tongued firebrand in the game. He walked away from the safe jobs and climbed behind a desk where he called out liars—left, right, and center—with that half-smirk and a whole lotta receipts.
He wasn’t popular in polite D.C. society—and didn’t want to be. He saw the game for what it was: elites lying to the working man. So he pulled up a camera and started saying what millions were thinking but no one on TV would say. Lost his job? Fine. Started his own thing and hit even harder.
He ain’t out there LARPing as a redneck—but he’s loyal to the folks who fix things, build things, and fight the wars. That matters more than where he went to school.
Verdict: SphstRDnck.
Not born one—but earned it on truth and fire.