Hillary Clinton does not do anything by accident. When she steps before a microphone and praises a Texas Democrat for supposedly understanding the people of that state, she is sending a message. And that message just landed like a brick through the window of every moderate, pro-Trump household from El Paso to Texarkana.
The object of her affection is James Talarico—the Austin radical who has spent months pretending to be a centrist who could work with President Trump. But the mask hit the floor when video of Clinton surfaced praising Talarico for 'really gets the pulse of what's going on in the state.' The same Talarico once stood on the Texas House floor and declared that God is nonbinary and that modern science recognizes six biological sexes. That is not a gaffe. That is a worldview. And Hillary Clinton just signed her name to it.
The Real Prize: Chuck Schumer's Senate Gavel
The stakes here are not merely one Texas seat. The United States Senate gavel is on the line. Chuck Schumer has not held a Texas seat in decades, because Texas does not elect men like Chuck Schumer. But the Democratic establishment believes they have found their vehicle in Talarico—a polished performer who can say one thing to suburban voters and something entirely different to the activist base that now controls his party.
The con is on tape: James Talarico ran as a moderate, and Hillary Clinton bragged that he gets the pulse of Texas.
That contradiction is the whole story. He talks like a dealmaker in campaign ads, but his own floor speeches reveal a man who attacks the very foundation of the Christian faith in a state where faith still matters. He smiles and says he'll work with the president, while the party he represents laughs at the southern border as a criminal mess.
Trump's Three-Word Demolition
President Trump handled the entire affair with the precision of a wrecking ball. His assessment of Talarico: the man doesn't like meat, doesn't like gas, and doesn't like guns—in Texas. That is not a policy disagreement. That is a demolition order on the Lone Star State.
Texans know what that means. A man who does not like meat hates the cattle rancher, the barbecue pitmaster, and the Sunday cookout. A man who does not like gas hates the energy workers in the Permian Basin and the families who depend on affordable fuel. A man who does not like guns hates the foundational right that makes Texas Texas. You cannot run as a friend of the working man while despising the three pillars of his daily life.
The Numbers the Pollsters Keep Missing
Ken Paxton sits just 0.6 behind in one final poll and 1.4 back in another—statistical noise in a state that has repeatedly embarrassed the mainstream polling industry. Greg Abbott is up 0.8. Nearly eight million Texans have already voted early, a midterm record that the press wants to spin as some kind of Democratic surge. It is not. It is an engaged electorate that remembers the chaos of the Biden years and has no intention of handing the Senate back to Chuck Schumer through a Trojan horse like Talarico.
The pollsters missed every Trump-era red wave. They are missing this one again. A poll is not a vote, and the push to make Texas a liberal laboratory is running headfirst into a wall of voters who know exactly what they are being asked to do: trade their way of life for the approval of Hillary Clinton and the coastal donor class.
Time to End the Con
Hillary Clinton did not misspeak. She deliberately elevated Talarico's God-is-nonbinary, six-biological-sexes speech as the future of Texas. The same party that hid Slotkin's tapes and mocked the border crisis as a punchline now asks Texans to trust a man who used the House floor to declare his contempt for their faith and their traditions.
Ken Paxton is half a point from victory. Greg Abbott is holding. And nearly eight million Texans have already cast their ballots. If you have not voted, bring ten people with you. If you have, get everyone you know to do the same. Texas cannot afford a socialist senator who preaches moderation in front of cameras and radicalism on the House floor. The hour is late, the polls are lying, and the only number that matters is the one on the final board.
