This is John C. Calhoun of South Carolina, one of America’s foremost advocates of slavery. Decades before the Civil War, he argued (anonymously) that South Carolina had the constitutional right to nullify any federal law that affected its rights regarding its profits from slave labor (no tax, no tariff). Andrew Jackson, a great psychotic in his own right, and also a heavy drinker, flew into a murderous rage when Calhoun anonymously published his nullification argument, precipitating the Nullification Crisis (1832-33).

One of the great regrets of Jackson’s presidency, Old Hickory said at the end, is that he didn’t follow up on his threat to go down to South Carolina and hang fucking Calhoun with his own hands. Not that Jackson, who killed several men in duels and carried a bullet around in his chest after a near fatal duel for him, also hadn’t become wealthy trading slaves or had anything against the Peculiar Institution, but on general principle.

Calhoun was also the guy who, while in the Senate, developed and perfected our beloved filibuster, which, of course is mentioned nowhere in the Constitution though it has always been slavery’s, bigotry’s and anti-democracy’s biggest friend in government.

Right piece of shit, John C. Calhoun, as far as I can tell . But quite an “I am an eternally hostile, implacable motherfucker who will fucking destroy you” glare on the politician’s face, isn’t it?