So, I’m sitting in my local diner staring at a pair of gorgeous breasts that are hovering over my husband’s face as the twenty year old waitress takes our lunch order. She purrs, “Ready?” I think she just winked at
by Victoria Jackson26 Oct 2010, 9:24 AM PST0
I am Victoria’s ukulele and I am in this fight for freedom too. She takes me to all the rallies and I purposefully sit right in front of the podium so that everyone will notice me. I attended the Beverly
by Victoria Jackson14 Oct 2010, 6:44 AM PST0
The perfect Feminist is Sarah Palin. She is beautiful, thin, even athletic, successful, happily married, a good mother and a grandmother. She’s got it all – everything those Suffragettes were fighting for back in 1920. Not only can she vote,
by Victoria Jackson15 Sep 2010, 6:39 AM PST0
Prescott, AZ July 25, 2010. I find myself in a storybook Town Square. A perfect pillared 1800’s courthouse surrounded by ancient trees and a Sound Of Music gazebo. Across the street is The Palace, a famous bar that people like
by Victoria Jackson15 Aug 2010, 6:42 AM PST0
I’m sunbathing naked again. I don’t really like it. It’s sweaty. But, I think it might make me look thinner. And, I have no work. And, no one can see me. Maybe Google Earth. I’m on the last chapter of
by Victoria Jackson1 Aug 2010, 3:10 PM PST0
I’m sunbathing naked again. No one can see me. Just birds and bees. And red ants. And God. I guess I’ll have to move back to FL. I love LA. But, my family needs me in FL. I don’t seem
by Victoria Jackson28 Jul 2010, 1:40 PM PST0
I’m sunbathing naked in my backyard. I’m on the lookout for bees. Yesterday one stung me on my thigh. Thoughts are swimming in my sun baked head. One thought keeps popping out amidst the others. I can’t keep up with
by Victoria Jackson25 Jul 2010, 6:43 AM PST0
I was sitting in Church-Lady Helen’s living room. Someone commented on the illegal immigration problem. I said, “For some strange reason our government doesn’t know that illegal immigration is illegal.” Pious Helen stuck her nose in the air and proudly
by Victoria Jackson9 Jun 2010, 7:12 AM PST0
Vicki: Mom, I just did a Tea Party speech in Washington, D.C. I sang my song, “There’s a Communist Living in the White House!” Mom: Oh No! I don’t want you to get shot! Vicki: You see what you just
by Victoria Jackson30 Apr 2010, 1:58 PM PST0
As you can see from this photograph, I can’t quite reach Sarah Palin. This is a group shot of Sarah with my fellow Tea Party Express-ers in Boston. I’m on the left in the back row next to a man
by Victoria Jackson25 Apr 2010, 5:39 AM PST0
Searchlight, NV March 27, 2010 My friend Bonnie asked me to drive with her to Searchlight, NV for the Tea Party Express Kickoff where Sarah Palin was going to speak. I said, “Yes!” Then, I started thinking about reality. I
by Victoria Jackson4 Apr 2010, 6:59 AM PST0
“Fuzzy Gun” by James Jackson “Guns are tools. They are no better or worse than the person holding them.” W.P. Wessel I have a gun. It has never shot anyone. Not even people I’m mad at. It just lies there,
by Victoria Jackson8 Mar 2010, 5:03 AM PST0
Rahm Emanuel. (I’m shaking my head slowly). It’s not his real name you know. “Emmanuel” means “God with us” and that is not his real name. It’s Auerbach. Look it up. And…Rahm means “high” or “lofty.” Mark Levin calls him
by Victoria Jackson16 Feb 2010, 1:32 PM PST0
I think the sleeping giant has been awakened. Now the sleeping giant needs to put on some clothes. Hallelujah! I was praying about our country. And then, Scott Brown dropped out of the sky. My friend Bonnie was praying and
by Victoria Jackson2 Feb 2010, 6:25 AM PST0
The RUSH is what scares me. “Impatience does not diminish but augments the evil.” (Latin proverb) Okay, we all know that this global warming thing is a politically based, scientifically unproven, exaggeration based on greed, power and big government control.
by Victoria Jackson16 Dec 2009, 11:37 AM PST0
[youtube BvMTHWZtpdw nolink] It seems these days I’m in a haze, And I can’t concentrate on things, Don’t eat or sleep, Feel incomplete, And kinda scared and creepy. I look over my shoulder lots And shudder when I watch TV.
by Victoria Jackson7 Dec 2009, 3:44 PM PST0
I quit politics. For one thing, I can’t sleep because I absent-mindedly forgot to include three of my favorite Freedom Fighters in my Truth Tellers list, Levin, Malkin and Coulter. I love them. If they ever find out that I
by Victoria Jackson6 Nov 2009, 5:13 AM PST0
I think of you often. I’m getting my fake fingernails put on and I’m thinking of you. I have a pitch meeting at Pie Town tomorrow and I chewed all my real fingernails off last night watching Anita Dunn express
by Victoria Jackson23 Oct 2009, 6:55 AM PST0
(Applause. The air is titillating. The mood rambunctious. The atmosphere tense. Over the loud speaker we hear, “3, 2, 1 and …”) Joy: Hello, Victoria. So, I hear you’re a Tea Partier! (Sarcastic smile. Eyes roll.) Victoria: Oh, well… Joy:
by Victoria Jackson20 Oct 2009, 8:21 AM PST0
I remember three images from September 11, 2001: 1) People jumping from burning buildings. 2) Congress standing outside, humbly bowing their heads, and praying. This was a shocking sight. 3) The pews of my church completely full of people…and for
by Victoria Jackson21 Sep 2009, 6:52 AM PST0
Liberalism is Communism is Atheism “A rose by any other name is still a rose.” Liz is driving me to the 9-12 Westwood Tea Party. I’m biting my fake fingernails because I’m one of the speakers and I don’t have
by Victoria Jackson18 Sep 2009, 5:03 AM PST0
I’m lying in my Tiffany blue bedroom, in the dark, listening to the President tell lies. He’s so good at it, that he is smiling and lots of people are clapping. He says, “Public Option. No one will have to
by Victoria Jackson10 Sep 2009, 3:13 PM PST0
I’m sitting in a waiting room. I’m waiting for my auditioning squad to execute me. I’m wearing my black and red plaid, $1400 St. John audition outfit. I’ve worn it to every audition for six years. It has a small
by Victoria Jackson27 Aug 2009, 5:04 AM PST0
4:30 p.m. Alhambra Town Hall Health Care Meeting with Congressman Shiff: August 12, 2009 I’m sitting in the parking lot, a poster board and black Sharpie in hand, the radio on Frank Pastori, 99.5 FM. He’s passionately discussing the very
by Victoria Jackson18 Aug 2009, 7:05 AM PST0
I’m doing standup in Denver. Shelley is driving me from radio to radio to TV as I do the monkey dance at each station promoting the show, selling tickets. I don’t like this part of the job. I must answer
by Victoria Jackson10 Aug 2009, 12:25 PM PST0