Got to love Wildman Jackbo and his
"Isssh Chaaaack!" he begins, explaining that he's been drinking Finlandia for 4 1/2, maybe 5 hours. Yes sirreee! If your idea of fun is being slobbered on by a belligerent drunk who says things like, "That's the fucking point, folks! Don't you understand?" then Jackbo's Rogue Radio is for you!
A favorite line: "Send me a fucking paycheck, I'll kill every son-of-a-bitch who even looks like you cross-eyed." He complains that a friend reprogrammed his satellite TV equipment and he lost his favorite porn channel, Spice Platinum. The best part is when he talks about how he secured his supply of booze, all the strings he had to pull, what extreme measures were gone to on his behalf. All so that Jackbo could be drunk Live on the Internet Airwaves! (After all, getting absolutely blasted is an important precursor to getting on TV or radio.)
Jackbo, we were sort of hoping you'd get onto the subject of that rabbity guy Jon Levy in Hilton Head. What did he promise you, Jackbo? More booze? Hookers? Your porn channel back? A cruise to equatorial regions? Or just a Get Out of Jail Free card?
A little bit of a political sermon does make it through Jackbo's alcoholic haze, though not much: Love how he pontificates about how the war in Iraq should have been run but is drunk enough to have a hard time remembering the name of the capitol city. (Baghdad, Jackbo.
Way to go Jackbo! Drink yourself to death in jail. Couldn't happen to a nicer guy!