Rev. Jesse Jackson is a locker-room mouth from a way back.  In 1969, hearing from a reporter that he’d been a priest, he guffawed.  “You wanted some pussy!”

“I wanted to get married,” the reporter said.

“I know,” he said, laughing.

This was in a Loop hotel room, shortly after he had delivered a stemwinder to the Association of Chicago Priests in a ballroom downstairs, predicting (inaccurately) the departure from ministry of Chicago’s four black priests.

A bodyguard had opened the door for the reporter, who had followed Jesse up to his room after the headline-making speech.  Two others were with Jesse, who was stripped to the waist and eating a banana.  All three were suitably amused.

Yesterday Rev. Jesse said unwittingly on camera that he’d “like to perform an orchiectomy” on Obama for “talking down” to blacks by urging personal responsibility for what happens to them — doing a Cosby, you might say, if not as memorably.

I’m not kidding about NY Sun’s “orchiectomy” — “removal of the testicles, a man’s main source of testosterone,” explains WebMD, never realizing its pertinence to a presidential campaign.

Chi Trib boldly quotes Rev. J’s cutting remark:

“I want to cut his nuts out,” Jackson added [to his whispered criticism], gesturing as if grabbing part of the male anatomy and then pulling.

Kudos to writers John McCormick and Monique Garcia and the Trib copy desk for giving us the true facts of the matter, though their “part of the male anatomy” might have been better stated as “crotch,” as Mike Royko once wrote, wondering why baseball players were always pulling on theirs.  Why?  Maybe to straighten out the cup?