…but it takes a certain level of, oh, let’s say, ballsiness to do so (see here).
When the 1828 election rolled around, a lot of people were terrified when they heard Andrew “Old Hickory” Jackson was running. If you’re wondering how [he] got such a lame nickname, it’s because he used to carry a hickory cane around and beat people senseless with it, and if you’re wondering why he did that, it’s because he was a fucking lunatic.
This photo (the best of Jackson, IMO) was taken when he was 78 years old, and if you’re thinking that grim, brooding visage is the last thing all those people he killed on the duelling fields, or on the streets, or in the saloons, or the battlefields saw right before they died, you’d be right.
Does The One have that kind of gravitas? I think not.
Therefore if anybody starts wailing about how Obama’s still gonna take away our firearms after Heller and McDonald, fix ‘em with a Jackson-style cold stare until they shut up.
We’re winning, folks.