Victoria Jackson's excellent Tea Party adventure
Giulio Sciorio

Victoria Jackson doesn't want to meet at her house. "The Nation of Islam wants to kill me," she explains apologetically in her inimitable shrill voice. Instead, she picks up a reporter at a Miami-area strip mall. Her weathered Honda Civic is adorned with "Nobama," Marco Rubio, and Tea Party bumper stickers, and inside, it smells like it's been fumigated with sweet incense.

She hurtles through intersections and down side streets, holding a Flip cam to her face with her left hand. Steering with elbows and the occasional pinkie, she opens a Bible inscribed with her name and quotes Scripture. Then she turns the camera on a reporter riding shotgun, whom she suspects is a socialist. "Don't you think that some people are on welfare from cradle to grave," she demands, ploddingly, "because the government is encouraging them never to work?"

"Leaving on a Jet Plane," her ringtone, blares from some unknown recess of her purse, and she's suddenly burrowing through loads of makeup cases to find it. "What if we crashed and died on video?" she says, laughing wildly. "That would be the most viral video of the world! You'd be dead, but you'd have a really viral video!"

Victoria Jackson at a gig hosting a Christmas show on a Florida beach.
Giulio Sciorio
Victoria Jackson at a gig hosting a Christmas show on a Florida beach.
Half Nelson, her sitcom pilot with Joe Pesci, lasted six glorious episodes.
Courtesy of Victoria Jackson
Half Nelson, her sitcom pilot with Joe Pesci, lasted six glorious episodes.

At age 52, Victoria Jackson bears little resemblance to that lithe and sweetly dopey girl with the grating voice on Saturday Night Live. And you wouldn't recognize her from those eight mostly forgettable '80s and '90s feature films such as I Love You to Death and No More Baths. These days, she cuts a more snowman-like figure. Or as Howard Stern recently put it, she "looks like she ate Victoria Jackson."

Her comedy career, which took her from Johnny Carson's stage in Los Angeles to 30 Rockefeller Plaza in New York City, long ago squeaked its last breath. She's a Miami-area suburban grandmother and wife of a buff local cop with a Bad Boys-esque career full of shootouts and commendations. And to some Christian conservatives, she is a seer of truth. The daffy actress — about whom the Washington Post once mused, "If you opened her head, it would be filled with cotton candy" — is now a bizarrely riveting semiregular political pundit on Fox News.

She's no Keyboard Cat. But videos uploaded of her — on cable news programs, on her online talk show, or filmed by her own erratic hand — have in just the past few months amassed more than a million page views. She has strummed a ukulele while harmonizing that Muslims "like beheadings and pedophile weddings." Even Bill O'Reilly laughed at her when she compared Barack Obama to "Castro in Cuba, or the guy in China, or Saddam Hussein." She has declared, in protest of a gay kiss on Glee, that homosexual children need to "pray the gay away" and that there's a "spiritual war in America."

But calling her the lunatic fringe is at most half right. Victoria has been invited to the office of Republican Florida congressman Bill Posey, who commiserated when she said Obama has "the fakest birth certificate I've ever seen in my life." She has gained a sympathetic audience with nearly every GOP candidate of the 2012 presidential campaign (excluding the guy she calls a "fake conservative," Mitt Romney). She rode the Tea Party Express bus with Herman Cain and joined Michele Bachmann at a D.C. rally where the crowd chanted, "There's a communist living in the White House!" If not the captain of the S.S. Tea Party, she's at least the screeching mermaid strapped to its bow.

Marlene Jackson pulls out a throne-like seat for a male visitor to the family's modest Miami Shores home. "That's the master's chair," Victoria's mom declares cheerily. "The man is the master."

Then she delivers cookies and Coca-Cola in old-timey bottles, just the way Victoria's dad likes them. Eighty-three-year-old Jim Jackson is a strapping and boyish former gymnast in thick spectacles. A squiggly triangle of pale flesh, left over from a melanoma graft, mars his left cheek. Along with Victoria, who is barefoot with cherry-red toenail polish and recording video as always, the little family gathers around a high-top table.

Soon, Jim begins with booming recollections of his youth as a champion gymnast. "I'm homophobic," he announces while describing why he doesn't like to strip in male locker rooms. "I also don't like fat people. Every time I see a 300-to 400-pound lady or a man sit down to stuff her face, I want to say, 'No, you fool! You're killing yourself!'"

Then he adds for good measure: "Our son is 300 pounds."

Marlene and Jim met around 1950 in Chicago, where he was raised and she was studying to be a nurse. Victoria's mom was from a family of Baptist zealots near Windom, Minnesota, a plains town about three hours southwest of the Twin Cities. During the Great Depression, the whole family went door-to-door preaching the evils of alcohol, caffeine, movies, music, dancing, dice, and cards.

Marlene's much-adored sister, Angeline Rose, had developed schizophrenia as a teenager and died in a state hospital. Marlene blamed God. In revenge, she married the happy-go-lucky gymnastics-obsessed Jim, whose only religion was Fred Astaire and Burt Lancaster movies. They moved to Miami in the early '50s, partly because Jim was inspired by Clark Gable's Mutiny on the Bounty.

Born in 1959, Victoria lived in the shadow of her tormented aunt. Marlene was convinced her daughter could avoid schizophrenia only if she became an extreme extrovert. So Victoria was banished from doing any "woman's work," her mom says — no household chores or cooking.

She became attached to her dad, a physical education teacher at North Glades Elementary, near Carol City, where they lived. Jim Jackson believed his family had a gene that inclined them toward obesity. "He said I was 'genetically inferior,'" Victoria says. "I think it made me nuts. That's probably where my eating disorders came from."

Her childhood was spent on balance beams and parallel bars. From age 4, she could do a handstand, a move that would make her famous on SNL.

Nearly every hour that wasn't spent in school or church, she practiced in their yard or at a nearby gym. She would tumble on gravel until her hands were bloody. "I did not like gymnastics at all," Victoria says. "My hands were ripped. My hip bones had bruises on them. My knees are permanently injured. My neck got cracked once. I mean, doing 200 situps is not fun."

Her brother, Jim Jr., one year younger, was too introspective and ruminative for his dad. "We thought he was stupid," Jim Sr. says of his son, who is now a Los Angeles architect. The kid's crime: being born after Victoria, making him too small for Dad's elaborate male-and-female gymnastic routine called adagio. "I was a disappointment at birth," Jim Jr. says.

The children were trapped in their father's cinema-inspired fantasy world. Jim Sr. had Victoria flip through rings of fire. Or her brother would hang upside down over a burning log while she threw torches at it. "The flames started licking at my hair," Jim Jr. recalls. "I was frozen stiff, frightened out of my mind."

In 1974, Jim Sr. paid $52,000 for a more upscale, three-bedroom place in Miami Shores. Victoria, a cheerleader at the private high school Dade Christian, dated a perfectly postured Baptist boy named William Paul Wessel, who was so strait-laced he carried a briefcase to class. By the time she graduated in 1977, Saturday Night Live had premiered its star-making rookie cast, including Dan Aykroyd, Chevy Chase, and John Belushi.

She had never watched the show. The family had no TV set. The only movies she knew were The Sound of Music and The Love Bug. When her dad asked what she wanted to do with her life, she remembers earnestly replying, "I'd like to be Julie Andrews on the top of a mountain singing with my children in matching outfits with a ukulele."

But freed from her dad, the gymnastics Gestapo, "Vicky went a little crazy," her brother says. She broke up with her beau, Paul, and bounced from Broward's Florida Bible College to South Carolina's Furman University to Auburn University in Alabama. The summer before her senior year, she took up an art she had been raised to believe was one step above the occult: theater.

It was at a rehearsal in Birmingham for Meet Me in St. Louis that her impromptu acrobatics and helium voice caught the attention of the production's celebrity draw. Johnny Crawford had played Chuck Connors's son on the TV Western The Rifleman 20 years earlier. Intrigued, he took Victoria to lunch, and on the way, she did a handstand on a fire hydrant and a tractor tire. Jeez, Crawford recalls thinking. There's nothing like this girl. "I felt like I had discovered something really special."

When he offered her a one-way plane ticket, she quit school to live on his couch in the Hollywood Hills. (Victoria finally got her bachelor's degree in theater in 2010, at Palm Beach Atlantic University.) She was the impossibly high-pitched queen in a production of Hamlet at the Variety Arts Center in downtown L.A., and Crawford introduced her to his friend Hugh Hefner. At the Playboy mansion, Victoria stood on her head and recited poetry while half-naked Bunnies looked at her quizzically.

That strange shtick became Victoria Jackson's comedy act. She was upside down, warbling a song about a mugger, when screen agent Dolores Robinson first saw her in a tiny upscale Beverly Hills wine bar called Englander's. "I'd never seen anything like her before," Robinson says.

"Some people thought I was a genius," Victoria recalls. "Some people thought I was retarded."

Now that she's a Fox News proselytizer, there's an element of heavy-handed parable to Victoria's life story: good girl corrupted by Hollywood. And it's no mystery in what role she has cast Nelson "Nisan" Eventoff, whom she met when she was 22 years old. She used to publicly refer to him — until he threatened to sue her for it — only as "Satan."

They worked the same venues. He was a fire-eater and sword-swallower who played the piano in blackface. She was smitten. Victoria claims Nisan rolled the first joint she ever smoked. "It made me very creative, horny, and paranoid," she says. Then he brought her to the Silver Lake home he shared with several other hippies, dogs, finches, and a ferret. There she lost her virginity to the fire-eater.

Dusty Christian bells must have begun clanging in Victoria's head. "I had a nervous breakdown," she says. She flew back to Miami and confessed to her mother, who took Victoria on her first visit to a gynecologist. Assured she was not pregnant, she then pondered her premarital predicament. If I married him, it wouldn't be such a bad sin, she thought. If I don't marry him, God will say, "She's a slut."

The couple wed in Los Angeles in 1984 and two years later had a daughter they named Scarlet.

The ditsy, slightly demented acrobat act plowed an unlikely road to comedy's big leagues. Victoria bought a Laurel Canyon bungalow with paychecks from Half Nelson, a quickly canceled pilot sitcom in which she played Hollywood detective Joe Pesci's dotty secretary. She was a regular performer on The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson, where one night she channeled Patti Smith, singing about being an "angry woman" while doing tricks on a balance beam.

But when she flew to New York in 1986 to audition for SNL, executive producer Lorne Michaels curled his lower lip and lamented her lack of comedic characters. So the next time she was on Carson's show, she continued the audition by doing impressions of Diana Ross and Edith Bunker and inventing a character: a glum boss interviewing Carson for a job. She joined the SNL cast that season. With a fire-eater and new baby in tow, she bought a four-bedroom Colonial in Weston, Connecticut; hired a nanny; and commuted to Manhattan by train.

But Michaels's trepidation had been spot-on. Victoria's cast was a comedic murderer's row — including Chris Farley, Phil Hartman, Adam Sandler, Mike Myers, and Dana Carvey — and she couldn't keep up. "I lived on pure adrenaline," she says. "You always think you're going to get fired. You're always competing with your cast members for air time."

Coming up with characters and premises for skits was a supreme struggle. She confesses that one of her funnier sketches — "Victoria's Secrets," in which she wore lingerie and throatily fumbled at being sexy — was a product of begging castmate Jon Lovitz and writer Conan O'Brien for ideas as they walked down an office hallway.

Her nasal voice nixed nuanced impressions. Besides doing backbends and reading poetry on the "Weekend Update" news desk, impressions of Roseanne Barr and Zsa Zsa Gabor were her only recurring gags.

Critics and former castmates haven't been kind. recently ranked her dead last of 92 all-time cast members and wrote that her "cute-ditsy-idiot act got pretty thin, [and] it turns out it wasn't an act." And in the 2002 book Live From New York, an oral history of the show, castmate Jan Hooks sniped, "I just have a particular repulsion to grown women who talk like little girls. It's like, 'You're a grown woman! Use your lower register!'" (Victoria, by the way, claims her weird voice is the result of a medical defect: a "congenital palatal insufficiency." )

Look, I'm not qualified for this, Victoria recalls thinking. Maybe this is my mission field. I'm supposed to tell my cast members about Jesus!

But Hartman didn't want to talk about the Son of God. And Lovitz asked how Jesus, "a grown man," could have fit in his mother's womb to be born again. When Victoria left audiocassette box sets of the Bible in each castmate's mail slot for Christmas, they were angrily returned.

Writer and performer Al Franken, now a Democratic U.S. senator for Minnesota, cornered her once, Victoria says. He said he was "offended" by her "ditsy" act. "Maybe I'm overcompensating," she retorted, "because everybody here is dying and going to Hell, and I'm supposed to tell them about Jesus."

Franken went white, she says. "He never talked to me again."

Victoria struggled to make the leap to film acting. Her biggest role was as a costar in 1988's Casual Sex?, an insipid rumination on sexual relationships in a post-AIDS world. It flopped. "The movie is exactly like the real thing," the Washington Post opined. "Kinda empty, kinda unfulfilling, and you feel just awful afterward." Victoria also played Weird Al Yankovic's love interest in UHF. Again, not a Brando-esque turn.

Besides the film proceeds, Victoria was making $20,000 per weekly episode of SNL, according to divorce records. In 1991, her ill-conceived marriage to the fire-eater finally sputtered. "He hated me more and more each day," she says. "One night he was fumbling around in the gun closet and he was drunk, and I thought, Is he going to kill me?"

A Connecticut judge ordered Victoria to pay Nisan alimony of 15 percent of her income, but not less than $3,000 a month, for three years. He also received a portion of the residuals from her films and, less financially momentous, her catalogue of ditties such as "I Am Not a Bimbo" and "I Wanna Be a Slut." (Victoria sells her songs on a self-published CD called Use Me. "Even my friends haven't listened to it," she admits.)

Nisan declined to be interviewed for this story. Still in Connecticut, he's now known as "the Magic Genie." His website boasts he "offers quality magic tricks at discount prices... He can even levitate one of the children! Fire effects are optional."

After the divorce, Victoria reconnected with her former fiancé from Miami, Paul Wessel — who had become a badass Miami-Dade Police SWAT officer. In 1984, according to Paul's personnel file, the tip of his pinkie was shot by his own partner in a firefight with a drug suspect. In 1991, with a single round he killed an Opa-locka man who pointed a revolver at officers. At an inquest, the man's widow beseeched, "Why did they have to shoot him in the heart?" Paul's lethal actions were ruled justified. One year later, he used a shotgun to obliterate a pit bull that was attacking his partner. To date, Paul has been honored with 71 department commendations.

But Paul had a competitor. This potential couple would have been the insane D-list Brangelina. "I kind of had a crush on Weird Al Yankovic," Victoria confesses. "We kind of went on a date, but I don't know if he loved me or not."

In Victoria's brain, "there was this fork in the road." Down one path: Paul Wessel and Jesus, with their matching abs, and life as a poor, pious housewife in Miami. Down the other: Weird Al, SNL, and loads of sinful showbiz cash.

After making up her mind, she got a tattoo of Paul's initials on her lower back. "Because he's the one that ruined my life," she explains without irony.

That's why she quit SNL in 1992, she insists. She headed back to "the swamp" — as she calls Miami — to marry Paul. Two years later, they had a daughter named Aubrey, and Victoria's movie career dried to a crust.

But there's one problem with her morality tale, in which she sacrificed riches and fame to make the perfect God-fearing family.

"No, no, no," agent Dolores Robinson clucks when relayed her former client's claim that she quit SNL. "They dropped her."

Outside a Miami Lakes Starbucks in the pouring rain, Victoria sits under an awning that provides only partial cover. Water soaks her bare legs and pools on her Mac laptop and cell phone. With her Flip cam balanced on a stack of conservative books — Marx & Satan, Socialism Shakedown, The Manchurian President — she recounts taking her youngest daughter, 17-year-old Aubrey, to a "gay party" held by Victoria's "newest gay friend, Seth." (Victoria claims to have three gay friends — Seth, Alex, and Glen — and she makes frequent mention of them.)

"After we left, I asked my daughter what she thought," Victoria says, her eyeglasses missing an earpiece and tilting down her nose. "She said, 'It felt like they were sad and ashamed.' Out of the mouth of babes!

"If you get killed because you're gay, the murderer gets extra time. It's hilarious! Alcoholism is a sin too, but you don't see an alcoholic pride parade. Alcoholics hide in little rooms in basements and they go, 'Hi, I'm Fred.'"

A pair of women huddling from the rain gape at her. Victoria sometimes wonders why she can't get a mainstream gig. Is it her weight? "It's OK to be a liberal and be fat," she complains. "You've got Oprah, Rosie, you've got Joy Behar, you've got Whoopi, you've got the other ones on The View. [Or] if you're black, you're allowed to be fat, and that's sassy, sexy. But if you're white, you're not really allowed to be fat."

Victoria often blames Democratic policies for her modest, Honda-driving life. Her family lives in a $200,000 townhouse with a concrete dock on a murky green pond. Her husband, now an MDPD helicopter pilot, makes $120,000 annually. But, she says, alimony to the fire-eater left them broke. Public records reveal that Nisan sued her in 1995, claiming she owed $89,000.

The cash shortage spawned a sad, short stand-up comedy career. In the early '00s, Victoria worked clubs around the country while the couple raised two daughters. She made about $4,000 a weekend, she says. Her material was mostly riffing on hating Miami. She did gigs with SNL alumni Lovitz and Kevin Nealon, as well as forgotten former cast member Joe Piscopo. That last pairing was called "the most depressing Saturday Night Live reunion ever" by the Onion's A.V. Club.

In 2004, she released a self-produced full-length documentary about the grief of being away from her family. It debuted at the Fort Lauderdale International Film Festival. "Nobody watched it," she says. Much of it is close-up footage of her sobbing in hotel beds.

But then she discovered something life-changing: When she talked about Obama being a member of the Muslim Brotherhood, people watched — and cared. And job offers came.

In 2007, 15 years removed from SNL, she traveled back to Tinseltown for a last-ditch stab at becoming an "airhead on a sitcom." She explains, "I liked the idea of getting $100,000 a week for having five lines that someone else wrote, and I could do airhead better than anyone. That's my specialty! It would be effortless."

Victoria says she knew nothing about politics and rarely voted. But because "everybody in Hollywood is liberal and Jewish," the best way to network was through a cagey group of industry conservatives.

She refuses to name what she calls a "secret organization," but Victoria is clearly talking about Friends of Abe (FOA). Celebrities who have confessed to being among its 1,800-plus members include Pat Boone, Jon Voight, Kelsey Grammer, and Gary Sinise. Started in 2007 by "two guys in their trailer whispering that they respected Bush," Victoria says, it's something like a support group for conservatives who fear being blacklisted for their beliefs.

She joined these new friends at film screenings. They watched Blocking the Path to 9/11, which claimed Bill and Hillary Clinton squelched a muckraking documentary. And then there was Hype, about the radical Chicago connections of then-candidate Obama. For Victoria — though she wouldn't appreciate the metaphor — it was a Malcolm-X-picking-up-the-Koran moment. This is Orwell! This is 1984! she says she thought about the movie. "And I was like, No! I gave a copy [of Hype] to my agent. She never thanked me."

The conservatives asked her to speak at a gathering in a Mexican restaurant in Burbank. That first political speech's talking points: "The Ten Commandments have been kicked out of schools. We're killing 37 hundred-something-thousand babies a day... I don't know, 37 hundred a day or something like that. A million a day, I don't know. I'm not good with numbers. We're killing lots of babies every day. It's infanticide. Its genocide. We are... How can God bless our country, seriously?"

She then attended what she says was L.A.'s first Tea Party rally, on the Santa Monica Pier, in February 2009, carrying a sign reading, "We don't want no socialism." She read to the crowd of 50 the definitions of capitalism, communism, and socialism. A week later, she was waving a Bible on The Sean Hannity Show. She recorded a new song, "There's a Communist Living in the White House," in both English and inanely broken Spanish.

Victoria returned to Miami for good in 2010 to be with her pregnant (and married, she states pointedly) 25-year-old daughter, Scarlet. That airhead sitcom never panned out. Instead, she became a self-described "conservative journalist." In early 2011, she began writing for the right-wing website World Net Daily. She received loads of attention for her editorial on a kiss between two male actors: "Did you see Glee this week? Sickening!"

On the Tea Party Cruise for Liberty — in which seafaring birthers headed to earthquake-stricken Haiti — she met Brandon Vallorani. He's the founder of the website Patriot Update, which calls itself "a free press for the conservative revolution" and boasts Chuck Norris as a columnist. "We hit it off immediately," Vallorani says. Soon he dreamed up PolitiChicks, an online show for her and three other mostly unknown conservative female contributors. It's billed as The View for right-wingers, and Victoria says she earns a "modest" living from it.

They've tackled the mystery of Area 51, with Victoria earnestly wondering whether Jesus died for aliens' sins. Then there was the episode titled "Who's More Racist, Blacks or Whites?" in which the discussion centered on a conversation the hosts had with a black airport baggage handler. Also: "Can Christians Vote for a Mormon?" (Answer from a cohost: "As long as he's not a Muslim, I think that's fine.")

The PolitiChicks videos that have gone viral have been roundly mocked on mainstream websites such as the Huffington Post, Gawker, and Comedy Central's Indecision. "A drugged-up 7-year-old" was how the site FilmDrunk described her oratory style. "She must have been dropped on her head," wrote a Daily Beast commenter. "This is so bizarre it seems satirical."

Though Victoria has switched to low-cal Frappuccinos because of all the fat jokes posted under her YouTube videos, she's mostly hardened to derision. Her cohosts aren't. "We do want to be relevant," PolitiChick Ann-Marie Murrell says. "We don't want to be laughed at. That's something we're working on."

But in today's extreme political climate, few Republican politicians are bold enough to declare her beliefs abhorrent. Republican Brevard County congressman Bill Posey, the author of the so-called birther bill challenging Obama's citizenship, recently welcomed her into his office to film an interview. The footage ends with a bare-footed Victoria kicking a stack of congressional bills while yelling, "That's what I think of Obamacare! We the people!"

Victoria was a Michele Bachmann fan until she was knocked out of the presidential race. Now Rick Santorum is her fave. And one day, she might become a candidate. "I would run for office," she says casually. "I mean, especially since I'm getting old. I don't really want to be in front of the camera, but I kind of like to be around people."

Later she says, "I feel like I'm the only person who has reason, common sense, and sanity."

Victoria's mom, Marlene, had only one doll when she was a poor kid in Minnesota. So she has overcompensated in adulthood by clogging her daughter's old bedroom with hundreds of them. Most are from Goodwill. Heaped on shelves in Victoria's darkened room, they're in various stages of disrepair and hair loss.

On a reporter's recent visit, Marlene digs out one of her favorites, and while Jim and Victoria talk about gymnastics and politics around the table, she makes it kick and punch. It's a Barack Obama action figure. "I just think Obama is a very nice person," she explains matter-of-factly. "I like his wife and children. I think he's a good family man."

She also likes Oprah Winfrey, she adds. That sends Victoria into a spiel about how Oprah "brainwashed an entire country of housewives into the new-age movement — the oldest false religion in the world." (Yes, she's talking about yoga, karma, and nag champa.)

Jim adds his take on Oprah: "I don't like her because she's fat."

Victoria's dad doesn't seem to put much stock in what Marlene says, though she's often an acute judge of her daughter. When the question of Victoria's motivation arises, she remarks, "I think she has tried to impress her father."

The conversation swerves to Obama's chances for re-election. "I think he has a good chance," Victoria says, "because the Latins will vote for him. The illegal aliens will vote for him."

"Illegals can't vote!" her dad interrupts. "How can they?"

Victoria is stumped. "Because... because of cheating."

Tomorrow morning, she's headed to New York City to be on Fox & Friends. She'll plug Marriage Retreat, a Christian film about the sanctity of matrimony. Her small role, even she admits, "isn't going to win an Oscar." The demands of her new career, she laments, keep her away from her daughters and granddaughter. In a couple of weeks, she'll go "on a conservative cruise for [her] journalism job, and [she's] gonna do a handstand next to the Mayan rock that says the world is going to end in 2012."

As Victoria gets up to leave, father and daughter continue the list of who will vote for Obama: The liberals. The gays. The Muslims.

Says Jim: "Those who were aborted would if they were alive."

The family bursts into manic laughter. "Jim!" Marlene says. "You made a joke!"

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VollyfromtheBlog 1 Like

I just feel sorry for her. Most people who go off the ideological rails are damaged. It's rather obvious in her case. Name one person who sees her as a human being and not a joke. He husband, maybe. Everyone has a need to be taken seriously. Those who can truly joke about themselves have gained a sense of self-respect. She never did, and so she continues squeaking into the air. Very sad.

Chilidawg 1 Like

Her mother was psychotic, that explains a lot.

Petzl 1 Like

This woman is exemplary of the adage, A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. And in her case, it's very little knowledge.

Jugears McKenyan Jr
Jugears McKenyan Jr

This woman has more 'nads' then any GOP or DEM in congress to stand up to who she does without compunction. She knows as any conservative entertainer knows, step out of the liberal lockstep goosestepping out there and you might as well put a KKK hood on your head and forget working in that decadent dump called Hollywood ever again.

She's the female Dennis Miller and other SNL alums will follow suit when THEY too grow up as well someday, those that CAN at least.

Granted, I imagine It's hard to do (grow up) when you get paid millions to play make believe for a living while in a walking drug and alcohol induced coma for much of their adult lives and live in a east/west coast cocoon, where 'liberal think' is the only 'think', and flyover country is where their lear jets dump their wizz and excrement on the way to and from work, awards ceremonies, court dates and bi yearly rehab stints...


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Ray Butt 1 Like

Scariest thing I've read in a while.

Daniel 1 Like

'Later she says, "I feel like I'm the only person who has reason, common sense, and sanity."'

someone needs to point Ms. Jackson to the Wikipedia page for the Dunning-Kruger effect.


This both confirms every negative thing I've ever heard or thought about Jackson and makes me feel a little sorry for her. (Just a little, though.)


Sounds like another "REALITY" series is coming.

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Barry Smith 1 Like

I didn't realize until I read this article that she truly IS as slow and ignorant as her stage persona. And now, scary.


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Darrell G. Ragland 1 Like

This article was very hard for me to read, not only the writing but the story. It's obvious this woman is showing the initicial signs of schizophrenia. It's only a matter of time before she goes completely off the deep end. Until then she is nothing more that a one woman circus side-show, a freak who doesn't realize she is a freak. Goodbye Victoria, you're lost in your own world.

Douglas J E Barnes
Douglas J E Barnes

I keep waiting for her to come out as having punked the Tea Party movement. If not, at least she's turned the name "Victoria Jackson" into a punchline.

ttt207 1 Like

and if you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of air swirling between her ears.

Janet C
Janet C 1 Like

I bet you don't have to listen very carefully to hear the swirling between your ears.


O2 sat's a little elevated between your ears judging by the depth and originality of your response.


Could this article BE any nastier, left-winged, vicious, and WRONG? Shes smart, politically astute, and STILL hot! Ever see most of these lib chicks when they hit 50? Forget 50-try 30! THIS is why we need a Tea Party, and why VJ should be the MAJORITY in Follyweird!

M 1 Like

8/10, nice troll.You would have got a higher score if you used "libtard" and "socialist".

M 1 Like

I don't care about this poor lady with her mental illness.However, the scary part is that people in power or trying to achieve power think like her.That should scare the hell out of everyone.


excuse me? those interviews are great! my wifes' mom makes $63/hr on the internet. She has been out of work for 5 months but last month her paycheck was $5177 just working on the internet for a few hours. Read more about it

Rough Tongue
Rough Tongue 1 Like

What was that actress that got all the interviews when John Ritter died? This seems more like pay attention too me then an actual "Tea Party Representative" Yeah, mental disorder too the max......


If you want to keep up with stories about the crazy lady, Facebook has a page called "Victoria Jackson is batsh** crazy."

Drake Mallard
Drake Mallard

Ruin the party? These people aren't worried about us. They're not worried about anything. They're rich. No matter what happens, these people just keep applauding.

The Billionaires Bankrolling the Tea Party

Only the fat cats change — not their methods and not their pet bugaboos(taxes, corporate regulation, organized labor, and government “handouts” to the poor, unemployed, ill and elderly). Even the sources of their fortunes remain fairly constant.


I don't know where to begin...this woman is just totally fruit loops. And Fox gives her an audience.


No, alcoholics don't have drunk pride parades. They have bars. And football and NASCAR events where alcohol is part of the experience. And Wall Street doesn't have greed pride parades - they just totally deny there's anything wrong with what they're doing. Liars don't hold lie marathons - they just pay lobbyists to deny climate change, and build creationist theme parks.


*Marlene's much-adored sister, Angeline Rose, had developed schizophrenia as a teenager and died in a state hospital.*

If she were born today, she'd be writing for Breitbart

Nadgie T
Nadgie T

I oNly read the first page and when the dads comment " my son is 300 pounds"" appeared, I knew I had to stop reading. I used to be a fan now I won't even finish the story. It's sad when an actor goes downhill. They will do anything for attention. Even make believe they are crazy.

Pedantic Douchebag
Pedantic Douchebag 1 Like

Phil Hartman is dead, and she gets to live? Yeah, THANKS, universe.

Jf 1 Like

Poor dear Victoria. She has not a clue! I think she is desperate and is being used, but she doesn't know it, so I guess it's OK. She had a career, she crazied it away and now she has nothing left but crazy!

kawb1011 1 Like

Wow...her dad's a real piece of work, isn't he? I think she's a loon, but I can kind of understand why, growing up under the influence of such a hyper-critical ass.


Victoria Jackson is a dumb tea-party cunt. Fuck her.


The face of mental illness.


"Victoria says she knew nothing about politics and rarely voted."

"I liked the idea of getting $100,000 a week for having five lines that someone else wrote, and I could do airhead better than anyone. That's my specialty! It would be effortless."

This just proves she's been trolling this whole time. I've also wasted 5 min of my life reading this crap. Victoria Jackson is not interesting and is officially a moron.


Nice article, her dad sounds funny, actually makes me like her even though I dont agree with her views on politics


Her dad is part of the problem, perpetuating the sad societal demand that you are supposed to hate yourself if you're fat. I suppose that is considered conservative humor. Speaking of, isn't it ironic now that the two SNLers who made it big on FOX are her and Dennis Miller?


I think it's interesting to have a broader look at her life, especially to see how and why her crazy has developed. And her parents live near me. I had no clue!

Roberto Jose Burnett
Roberto Jose Burnett

Why would you validate this "person" with any sort of media attention or story? Of course I could kick myself because I was once a fan - but her sudden turn to the right is both saddening and disgusting.


Seeing as how she is still being taken seriously as a political pundit, I would say the point of this media story is to invalidate her.

let's dance
let's dance

After reading this I want to cry for her. While reading the bible go to the book of Melachi 1:2, then go to3 John 1. Then go visit ms. rootoff and get what ever has a hold on you off.

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