A few days ago Republicans in Virginia decided that E.W. Jackson would carry the party's banner in the race for Lt. Governor. Jackson is by all accounts a brilliant and accomplished man - a preacher, a retired Marine, and a lawyer. He's also crazier than a rat in a bingo cage.
The man has compared Planned Parenthood to the KKK and the Democratic Party to slave masters in the South. He believes gay people bring God's judgment on this country, and also - this is kind of a new wrinkle - they're inflicting a "totalitarian spirit" on America.
But the true sign of how insane he is occurs at 0:17 of the video above. He's chatting with SNL has-been and shrieky overgrown Bride of Chucky Victoria Jackson, and when he gets to the part about how Barack Obama isn't even a Christian - he's an atheist Muslim who is also the devil - she just about explodes in agreement. The hysterical relief and gratitude is scary and touching at the same time. It's like someone finally came along and admitted he could really see William Howard Taft there in the corner too.
Simply put: E.W. Jackson's crazy is a match to ignite the powder keg of lunacy that was already there.
The real problem is that Virginia, my beloved home, is absolutely packed with these batcrap psychotics. It is a well-shaped pyramid of charcoal briquettes, soaked in lighter fluid and tended by Pat Robertson wearing a "Kiss The Cook" apron... and nothing else.
We need to keep Jackson out of the big office, or he's going to start a blaze we won't be able to put out. It will look something like this:
We need to keep Jackson out of the big office, or he's going to start a blaze we won't be able to put out. It will look something like this:








