When I was just a kid learning about the presidency, and what it means to be the president, my mother gave me this laminated sheet which had small portraits of all the US presidents on it, right down to Clinton. She would read off all their names to me, giving special emphasis to those who were most important and influential, and I would just sit there pondering. She explained to me that every country has a leader, and that these were all the ones we've had in our country's history.

I looked at the portraits of George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Theodore Roosevelt, and even the lesser ones--Benjamin Harrison, Grover Cleveland, Franklin Pierce, and so on--and I couldn't help but notice just how regal and distinguished everyone looked. They all looked so storied and wise and professional--even the younger, more recent ones likes John F. Kennedy. And I just felt this sense of awe and wonderment about the whole thing.

Part of me understood at the time that, surely, not all these people could have been all good. Richard Nixon in particular looked exactly like the dopey motherfucker he was, even when I was just 5 or 6--but he still looked like a responsible, accomplished, and caring man. I even looked at George H.W. Bush with a vague sense of reverence and esteem, until I later understood just how big of a clown he was--and the same could be said of Andrew Jackson and Herbert Hoover.

It sickens me to my core to sit here, today, as an adult, with the knowledge that post-millenials--the next generation of useless fuckheads--are now growing up in an atmosphere where a man like Donald Trump is looked upon with the same level of deference and admiration I once paid to figures like George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and Theodore Roosevelt on that laminated sheet.

Donald Trump's portrait--a meme, a cartoon character voted in as a joke and supported exclusively by the most slimy, slack-jawed, empty-headed cunts on the planet--has now taken its place on that same sheet, and children will look at his face and think vaguely to themselves, "Wow, what a great man," the same way I did when I was younger.

What a fucking disgusting world I live in.

Quote from: Sadboi Sheldon on April 30, 2017, 06:25:09 PM

lol what're you a faggot

No, just a fucking perfect genius.

One SHOULD look at Based Andrew Jackson with a look of awe, a sense of wonder, on just how bad ass an individual can be. "My only regrets are that I had not shot Henry Clay and hung John C. Calhoun!" Mother fucker puts all others to shame.

Quote from: Verbatim on April 30, 2017, 06:02:57 PM

Delete your account.

Quote from: Ian on April 30, 2017, 10:56:49 PM

>Told his British captor to go fuck himself when he was little
>Ripped the national bank apart all by himself
>Had Redcoats running with tails between their legs with hundreds of casualties when he was outnumbered 10:1
>Participated in over 100 duels
>Killed a man in one of them after he was already shot and the bullet lodged in his heart, carried that bullet to his grave many years later
>Beat his would-be assassin with a cane until two Senators pulled him back because he was "being too rough"
>Receives 100 pounds of FUCKING CHEESE
>Invites the common man to the white house to help him eat it, gone within hours
>Pet parrot had to be removed from his funeral because it swore too much

i guarantee at least half of these are urban legends at worst, romanticized exaggerations at best

His oldest brother Hugh died of heat stroke following the Battle of Stono Ferry in 1779. In 1781, Jackson and his brother Robert were captured. During their captivity, a British officer slashed Jackson with his sword after he refused to polish the officer’s boots.

In January 1832, Biddle's supporters in Congress, principally Daniel Webster and Henry Clay, introduced Bank recharter legislation. Even though the charter was not due to expire for four more years, they felt that the current Congress would recharter the Bank. They felt that Jackson would not risk losing votes in Pennsylvania and other commercial states by vetoing it. Jackson reacted by saying to his vice-president, Martin Van Buren, "The Bank is trying to kill me, Sir, but I shall kill it!"

Jackson's opposition to the Bank became almost an obsession. Accompanied by strong attacks against the Bank in the press, Jackson vetoed the BANK RECHARTER BILL. Jackson also ordered the federal government's deposits removed from the Bank of the United States and placed in state or "PET" BANKS. The people were with Jackson, and he was overwhelmingly elected to a second term. Biddle retaliated by making it more difficult for businesses and others to get the money they needed. This caused an economic contraction at the end of 1833 and into 1834. The bank charter expired in 1836.

After British forces were sighted near Lake Borgne, Jackson declared martial law in New Orleans and ordered that every available weapon and able-bodied man be brought to bear in the city’s defense. His force soon grew into a 4,500-strong patchwork of army regulars, frontier militiamen, free blacks, New Orleans aristocrats and Choctaw tribesmen. After some hesitation, Old Hickory even accepted the help of Jean Lafitte, a dashing pirate who ran a smuggling and privateering empire out of nearby Barataria Bay. Jackson’s ramshackle army was to face off against some 8,000 British regulars, many of whom had served in the Napoleonic Wars. At the helm was Lieutenant General Sir Edward Pakenham, a respected veteran of the Peninsular War and the brother-in-law of the Duke of Wellington.

The assault on Jackson’s fortifications was a fiasco, costing the British some 2,000 casualties including three generals and seven colonels—all of it in the span of only 30 minutes. Amazingly, Jackson’s ragtag outfit had lost less than 100 men.

Before ever becoming president, Jackson fought 103 duels–mostly defending the integrity of his wife. As a result, Jackson is said to have kept 37 pistols ready to be used in a duel at all times.

John Overton, a general in the military present at the duel, announced the duel should begin. Squaring himself, Dickinson aimed and fired at Jackson’s heart. Despite smoke and dust billowing from Jackson’s coat and his hand touching his chest, Jackson remained standing, puzzling the accomplished Dickinson. Reportedly, Dickinson asked, “My God! Have I missed him?”

Nevertheless, the decorum of dueling stated that Dickinson was required to remain in place while Jackson aimed to take his shot. Jackson fired, but the flint hammer stopped half-cocked, not counting as a legitimate shot. Jackson aimed again––ever so carefully––and fired a second time. This time, the shot was good and the bullet hit Dickinson in the chest and he dropped to the ground.

On this day in 1835, Andrew Jackson becomes the first American president to experience an assassination attempt.

Richard Lawrence, an unemployed house painter, approached Jackson as he left a congressional funeral held in the House chamber of the Capitol building and shot at him, but his gun misfired. A furious 67-year-old Jackson confronted his attacker, clubbing Lawrence several times with his walking cane. During the scuffle, Lawrence managed to pull out a second loaded pistol and pulled the trigger, but it also misfired. Jackson’s aides then wrestled Lawrence away from the president, leaving Jackson unharmed but angry and, as it turned out, paranoid.

Lawrence was most likely a mentally unstable individual with no connections to Jackson’s political rivals, but Jackson was convinced that Lawrence had been hired by his Whig Party opponents to assassinate him. At the time, Jackson’s Democrats and the Whigs were locked in battle over Jackson’s attempt to dismantle the Bank of the United States. His vice president, Martin Van Buren, was also wary and thereafter carried two loaded pistols with him when visiting the Senate.

Jackson’s suspicions were never proven and Lawrence spent the rest of his life in a mental institution. A century later, Smithsonian Institute researchers conducted a study of Lawrence’s derringers, during which both guns discharged properly on the test’s first try. It was later determined that the odds of both guns misfiring during the assassination attempt were one in 125,000.

The Cheshire Mammoth Cheese was a gift from the town of Cheshire, Massachusetts to President Thomas Jefferson in 1802. The 1,234-pound (560 kg) cheese was created by combining the milk from every cow in the town, and made in a makeshift cheese press to handle the cheese's size. The cheese bore the Jeffersonian motto "Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God."[1]

A postscript to the story is that Jackson left office two weeks later, and the new occupant of the White House, Martin Van Buren, banned the serving of food at White House receptions. Crumbs from Jackson's mammoth cheese had fallen into the carpets and been trampled by the crowd. The mansion smelled of cheese for months.

The obituary went on to report, “While still at school, word reached Cumberland University that General Jackson was dead. Only six weeks before he had shaken his hand. Rev. Norment says he went to the funeral and that the General’s parrot, excited by the multitude and the wailing of the slaves, let loose perfect gusts of ‘cuss words.’ The Negro slaves of the General were horrified and awed at the bird’s lack of reverence.”

I love that trumps smug face will be looked at by thousands of kids from now on

Yo same having jackson on the 20 is an insult to how great he was

Quote from: The Lord Ruler on April 30, 2017, 11:35:16 PM

Yo same having jackson on the 20 is an insult to how great he was

Kill yourself

Quote from: The Lord Ruler on April 30, 2017, 11:31:49 PM

I love that trumps smug face will be looked at by thousands of kids from now on

Kill yourself