Oh my god... who invited this dippy bitch to Tennessee? According to her website (yep, here you go... but be warned ahead of time, you're about to trip down the rabbit hole between Vickie's ears...) she recently visited Franklin, Tennessee, and met with an elected official there who wanted desperately to explain that she only wanted a clean little town, not the UN's Agenda 21 or some other socialist land-grabbin' gubmint takeover.
Here's a snippet of how Victoria starts her little rant about "sustainability":
I had dinner with Beverly the Alderman (old-fashioned word meaning head of city council) of Franklin, TN. She was explaining to me that although “Franklin Tomorrow” sounds like an Agenda 21 front group, (they have all the buzzwords: parks, open space, bike paths, “sustainability” posters) – they are simply a group of concerned citizens who want to keep their town clean and pretty and “sustainable” in the future. They have solar-powered-trash-compactor-garbage-cans on Main Street. Does that mean they’re communist or just economically frugal with their local tax-payer money?
I wonder if "Beverley the Alderman" knows she was talking to a genuine loon who's still trying to profit from her brief career as an actress and member of Saturday Night Live? Something tells me "Beverley" probably thought Ms. Jackson was a sane person.
Has anyone given any thought to a program wherein all lunatics are required to wear some kind of identifying tag, like a Scarlet Letter type of thing? The Alex Joneses and Louie Gohmerts of the world would be so much more entertaining if only we knew in advance that they're actually batshit crazy publicity whores, right? Maybe a pointy little hat with teabags hanging from each of its three corners?
Anyway, if you want a glimpse inside the head of a conspiracy theorist, take the link and read Victoria's concerns about "sustainability" in America. Or watch this video clip in which she begins by saying that America died with Barack Obama's reelection, but perhaps it can be resurrected... if only enough loons join behind her and pray loudly enough.
I'd pay for the defibrillator if Victoria would let me test it out on her ass first. One pad on each ear... "Clear!"