by Brent Kellogg
Originally published May 25, 2006
When Jack
confronted Nick Newman this week and asked why he put the pork to Phyllis
Summers knowing how much Phyllis means to him, I let it slide and as it
turned out GCN reporter
Michael Kelly took Jack to task. But on Thursday,
when Jack hurled his hate at Phyllis, when he went through her personal
email, threw a fit and wondered again how she could have slept with a
married man then said he doesn't know if he can live if living is without
Phyllis, I decided it's time to haul out the Weasel of the Week award and
crack Jack over the head with it.
Let's review.
It was August 5, 2005, when Jack was last awarded the WOW award, that I
recalled how it is well documented that in 1994, when Jack first saw a
photograph of Luan Volein, he swore she was Mai Yun the woman he'd fallen
in love with twenty years before in Vietnam. When he realized Luan and Mai
were one in the same and that he'd been reunited with her, Jack said
repeatedly he'd always been in love with Luan and that she would be
the only woman he'd ever
love. That Jack made this statement there is no doubt.
When Luan kicked the bucket less than a year later Jack said he'd never
love anyone else. But it wasn't long until he was screwing, literally, his
own step-mother and any other woman who'd have him, Phyllis Summers in
particular. When Phyllis refused to go along with Jack's dictator-like
orders not to work for the competition and finally ditched him, Jack got so
sleazy at one point it appeared he might get it on with his own
step-daughter, Victoria Newman. Meanwhile, tired of sleeping around and
unable to find a man willing to put up with her Grade-A BS, Phyllis went
crawling back to Jack. He, of course, took her back and they pretended as
if nothing had happened. And that was fine because as they say, misery
loves company. But what was appalling, what was disgusting and made skin
crawl, was that Jack told Phyllis on that August day, "I can't remember
anything about my love life before you."
The fact Phyllis knew Jack's previous screwing around was his way of
"practicing the art of seduction", and that she'd told him to his face
what a liar he is, didn't mean Phyllis wasn't charmed. She was happy as a
pig in a poke to be back living with Jack under his father's roof as she
didn't have a job or the means to pay for her lavish lifestyle including
the millions her son's legal defense was expected to cost. When the financial
bough breaks Phyllis always runs to the nearest money tree. As it turned
out, Phyllis' return to Jack came at a most opportune time. With Daniel
Romalotti's trial about to start Jack was the only one willing to take
time off from work to be at her side in the courtroom. No matter how many
days the trial took, Jack said he wouldn't miss a minute of it. Chancellor
Industries could go down the crapper for all he cared. After all, what
mega-corporation in Genoa City needed its CEO showing up for work?
It was of conflicting interest to note that while Jack, and other CEOs,
were able to take all the time off they wanted to handle personal matters,
interim Newman Enterprises CEO Victoria was crabbing how busy she
was at the office. So much so she didn't have time to go looking for
strange men who might want her brittle bones in bed.
Later that month, while again accusing his former wife of betrayal, Jack
told Phyllis that given the chance he'd hire Victoria for the CEO position
at Jabot in a heartbeat. It was odd for Jack to say because not only had
he squawked that Phyllis hadn't told him Victoria was back in town, he
bitched that Phyllis had used their personal life to get a "competitive
advantage" when in fact she had no obligation to tell Jack anything.
As for the scene Jack made at Jabot today, who can forget his other
tantrum? The one of February 8, 2005, when he threw a chair out a 12-floor
window at Jabot? Like many others, I was horrified and utterly stunned by
Jack's raw power and random predisposition all because Jack had walked
into his office to find Victor Newman sitting in his chair. Jack would fix
that though. He'd throw the chair out the window while Victor looked on in
equal horror quickly confirming what Victor had known all along. Like his
son Nick, Jackabbott is a charred and black little boil on the ass of
life.
Who in their right mind would do such a thing? Who would without an iota
of compassion throw an object capable of inflicting serious injury on the
passerby's below? Unless you're a hunk of something found at the bottom of
a shower drain you don't put others at risk to satisfy your little temper
tantrums. The act was so typical of Jack's wreaking random faux havoc
across the city for mad, inexplicable reasons he calls his nasty, violent,
deadly, vendetta against Victor. The one Jack keeps losing.