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President Andrew Jackson was a redhead with a notorious temper.
Born in 1767, the 7th American President Andrew Jackson had some serious anger management issues. His biographer HW Brands noted, “Observers likened him to a volcano, and only the most intrepid or recklessly curious cared to see it erupt.” Jackson had more than his share of enemies.
President Jackson was notorious for settling his differences with his fellows via gunfire.
Estimates hold Jackson as having participated in between five and one hundred duels over his long and craggly life.
Andrew Jackson’s wife Rachel was a divorcee. Dickinson’s referral to her as a bigamist in Jackson’s presence signed his own death warrant.
In 1806 Jackson fell out with a rival Tennessee horse breeder named Charles Dickinson over an unfulfilled wager and a subsequent slight against Jackson’s wife Rachel. In the choreographed conflict that ensued, Jackson took the ball from Dickinson’s pistol squarely in the chest without discharging his own weapon. Placing his left hand over the wound to staunch the blood, Jackson then took his time, carefully aimed, and blew his equestrian rival straight to Hades.
Charles Dickinson had the poor judgment to accept Andrew Jackson’s invitation to a duel.
Observers claimed that Jackson had to cycle his pistol twice to get it to fire and therefore violated decorum. In the end, Dickinson was in no shape to complain.
Dickenson’s pistol ball lodged near Jackson’s heart where it remained, leaving the man persistently agitated.
Jackson carried that ball in his chest until he died at age 78. The presence of this embedded missile caused him unending discomfort. An unsettling tendency to cough up blood persisted for decades as a lasting memento of the event.
By all accounts, Andrew Jackson’s dour visage was an accurate reflection of his soul.
Though an accomplished war hero, Andrew Jackson was a slight, sickly man. He stood six feet one inch tall and weighed about 135 pounds, walking with a stoop from his many martial injuries. While earning a place on the $20 bill, Jackson was a modern political PR guy’s living nightmare.
Jackson was an unrepentant slave owner.
Born in the Carolinas, Jackson moved to Tennessee and acquired the Hermitage, a sprawling southern plantation near Nashville replete with a bevy of slaves. Nine came with the property upon its purchase. Jackson owned 110 at the time of his death.
The Battle of New Orleans was actually fought two weeks after the war ended with the Treaty of Ghent signed in Belgium. A lack of decent communication meant the players failed to get word of the armistice in time to halt the carnage.
Jackson is best remembered for winning the Battle of New Orleans against the British. However, his military exploits also included a victory at the Battle of Horseshoe Bend, an engagement that was part of the larger Creek War.
Andrew Jackson’s exploits took a huge toll on Native Americans.
This one-sided conflict pushed Native Americans out of Alabama and Georgia. He fought in the Seminole War that helped seize Florida from Spain and led to the deaths of another breathtaking heap of indigenous persons. In 1830 as President, Jackson signed the aptly named Indian Removal Act.
Outrage over Jackson’s purportedly stolen Presidential election led to the formation of the Democratic Party.
Jackson lost the Presidency to John Quincy Adams in 1824. While he won a plurality of both the popular and electoral votes he failed to win a majority. The House of Representatives subsequently decided the contest against him. As a result of his outrage, Jackson’s supporters formed the Democratic Party that we all currently know and love.
Today’s left-wing hotbed had its origins in slavery, violence, and imperialism.
That today’s militant ever-offended Leftists could owe their heritage to a slave-owning, gun-wielding, duel fighting, blood-soaked wanton slayer of Native Americans seems somehow poetic. I would add some snarky comment, but, frankly, words fail me.
An Unbalanced Assailant
House painting in the early 19th century was quite a hazardous profession.
Richard Lawrence was born in England around 1800 and immigrated to Virginia with his family at age twelve. By all accounts a temperate youngster with personable qualities, Lawrence took up house painting as a profession. OSHA was not a thing in 19th century America, so some of the toxic chemicals found in house paint were mighty vile indeed. Whether it was excessive lead exposure or simply a genetic predisposition to mental illness has never been definitively established. Regardless of the impetus, by his 30’s Richard Lawrence was crazy as a fruit bat.
Richard Lawrence became obsessed with the notion that the US government was out to get him. This was the beginning of a long and illustrious line of lunatics sharing this common delusion.
In 1832 Lawrence suddenly and inexplicably announced his intent to return to England, changing his mind at the last minute claiming the place was too cold for his tastes. He later stated that “unnamed persons” as well as the entire US Government disapproved of his travel plans. He also announced his intent to purchase a ship of his own and hire a captain to facilitate the voyage.
By the time Richard Lawrence determined he was actually Richard III, the King of England, Richard III had been technically dead for some 340 years.
Around this time Lawrence abruptly stopped painting houses and announced to his family that he no longer needed to work, as he had become independently wealthy. When queried regarding the details, Richard Lawrence told all comers that he was actually Richard III, the late Regent of England. As folks had it on reliable information that Richard III had actually died in 1485, his claim was understandably viewed with skepticism.
Richard Lawrence’s garish outfits and outrageous behavior made him a laughingstock of his local community.
Richard began dressing in flamboyant clothing befitting a demised English monarch and grew some epic facial hair. He would typically change his clothes four or five times a day. Along the way, he threatened to murder a maid whom he perceived as laughing at him and attacked his sister with a paperweight. Lawrence conducted lengthy conversations and engaged in impressive fits of laughter and profanity all by his lonesome.
Soon the paths of a lunatic house painter and the sitting President of the United States would violently cross.
What might the unhinged actions of this lunatic housepainter have had with the slave-owning father of the modern Democratic Party, you ask? Be patient, we’re getting there.
The Nexus
Lawrence’s inability to access the wealth of the British Empire drove him to extreme lengths.
Richard Lawrence found to his consternation that he could not actually access the monetary assets of a long-dead English king and began to establish blame for this obvious affront. President Jackson had been instrumental in the dissolution of the Second Bank of the United States. Lawrence felt that this action was the reason he was not granted control over the vast wealth of the British Empire. He was observed shouting “I’ll be damned if I don’t do it!” before making his way on January 30, 1835, to the funeral of South Carolina Representative Warren R. Davis. Davis’ service was a public gathering known to be attended by Jackson.
The attempted assassination of Andrew Jackson was the first such attempt on an American President’s life.
Lawrence approached President Jackson from behind and produced a single-shot percussion Derringer pistol. He squeezed the trigger at point blank range, but the weapon failed to fire. Lawrence then produced a second Derringer only to find that it, too, remained inert.
Old Hickory was Andrew Jackson’s universally acknowledged nickname. His response to Richard Lawrence’s attempt on his life was both swift and vigorous.
President Jackson then lit into the poor man with his cane, the mental image of which will make you lament the lack of YouTube back in 1835.
Davy Crockett helped subdue Richard Lawrence after he tried to kill President Andrew Jackson.
Members of the crowd, including Tennessee Representative and folk hero Davy Crockett, had Lawrence trussed up in short order.
Francis Scott Key led the prosecution against Lawrence.
Three months later Richard Lawrence was tried for the attempted assassination of a sitting American President, the first of several unfortunate similar undertakings to come. Francis Scott Key, the acclaimed author of The Star Spangled Banner, was the lead prosecutor. The trial simply exposed what was patently obvious, that Lawrence was irretrievably insane. The unbalanced man spent the rest of his days in a series of asylums.
The Guns
Derringer is a term that has been universally applied to small concealable single or double barrel pocket pistols.
Henry Deringer produced the original Philadelphia Deringer percussion pistol in 1852. Over the years somebody added a spare “R,” and the new spelling has become accepted. The eponym has since been applied to any compact concealable handgun that is not a revolver or autoloader.
Henry Deringer’s guns were illicitly produced around the world. In many cases, counterfeiters reproduced Deringer’s identifying information as well.
Henry’s gun was widely copied, sometimes even down to the markings.
This is the Derringer pistol John Wilkes Booth used to kill President Abraham Lincoln.
These guns were notoriously unreliable and were typically sold in pairs as a result. The most famous use of the Derringer was in the assassination of Abraham Lincoln by John Wilkes Booth. Interestingly, the pistol used by Booth sported counterclockwise rifling where most every other version of the gun has been found with the opposite right-hand grooves.
I could not find a reference to the exact make of the guns used by Lawrence in his assassination attempt. The fact that he tried to kill Jackson on a particularly wet dreary day likely saved the President’s life.
A century after the event both guns were removed from storage at the Smithsonian, analyzed, and reprimed. When taken to a range both weapons fired on the first attempt. Researchers have determined that the probability that both weapons would misfire was around one in 125,000. While I’m not sure how they arrived at these numbers I read it on the Internet, so it must be true.
Denouement
Despite his many ethical and moral warts, Andrew Jackson has been venerated on the American $20 bill.
To say that Jackson’s legacy is conflicted is a profound understatement. Simply reading about the man’s toxic masculinity, overt institutionalized racism, and unfettered misogyny would be adequate to induce the gyrating fantods in today’s generation of Left-wing snowflakes. I personally think it’s hilarious.
I find the ubiquitous use of Jackson’s image in commerce at such left-wing establishments as Starbucks fairly amusing.
That his scowling visage looks up every time one of them drops a $20 on the counter at Starbucks for a cup of overpriced coffee strikes me as manifestly comical. In 1835 Jackson became the only President in American history to fully retire the nation’s debt, so at least that’s something.
Today’s modern Democratic party is a direct descendant of Andrew Jackson’s 19th-century political machine.
With a solitary historical exception, no human is perfect, and anyone who claims otherwise has clearly never actually met one. There is not a person currently treading the planet about which some dirt or other might not be found. However, in the father of the modern Democratic Party, we find enough colorful grime to keep the hosts of The View agitated until the sun burns out.
Andrew Jackson was a deeply flawed but nonetheless heroic American.
President Andrew Jackson will forever be the father of the modern Democratic Party.
The Detonics Combat Master was a remarkable compact .45 ACP
pistol that unfortunately didn’t catch fire at the retail counter
When someone mentions Detonics, I get a slight tinge of nostalgia because the original company was based in Bellevue, Washington about 25 minutes from my front porch. The first time I set eyes on one was in the hands of a pal who — honest-to-all-the-ancient-gods-of Greece, Rome, Egypt and the Aztecs — showed up one Saturday at the gun range to use it in an action pistol match.
This was hardly a full-size pistol, but the groundbreaking Detonics Combat Master — a remarkably well-built (and well-thought-out) compact .45 ACP single-action semi-auto on what was essentially a chopped Model 1911 platform. Honestly, I thought my buddy was nuts to bring a squirt like that to a shooting match, until the shooting started.
Al Butler was the guy, and his pint-sized powerhouse proved to be a formidable little gatt, especially when loaded with 230-grain hardball ammunition. I was impressed, albeit skeptical, and so were most of the other guys. By the end of that match, my mind had changed.
Designed for compact concealed carry, the Combat Master features an unusual slope at the rear of the slide, to allow for easier cocking when the pistol is carried with the hammer down and a live round in the chamber…
There is quite a story behind the Detonics brand, involving a couple of gunsmiths I eventually knew — Peter Dunn, the late Richard Niemer and another guy named Sid Woodcock, whom I met once briefly and later interviewed. I’ll skip over the details for fear of getting something wrong, but suffice to say some brilliant minds and skilled hands gave life to the Combat Master, beginning with the original development by an engineer named Pat Yates.
…The hammer can be quickly cocked, thanks to that sloping slide,
and then the traditional thumb safety may be engaged to carry cocked-and-locked.
As I wrote this, I checked online to clear away some mental cobwebs and make sure I wasn’t going out in the weeds. If I leave out anyone’s name, my apologies, since I’m writing this from my perspective.
Leap ahead several years. Detonics of Bellevue had been sold to a group of investors and moved to Phoenix, by Robbie Barrkman, who had become well known in gun circles for developing the ROBAR gun finish. The company was renamed New Detonics, but even with a new handle, it didn’t gain the necessary commercial traction and closed up shop in 1994.
In 2004, the company changed hands again, reborn as Detonics USA, based in Georgia under the command of the late author Jerry Ahern, a true Detonics devotee who had included the pistol in his novels. And that’s where I sort of came in, again.
Targets tell the story of the little .45. Dave says his Combat Master likes 230-grain FMJ ammunition, though it shot a bit low, the groups were tighter.
‘Test This Gun’
Jerry, as the saying goes, hit the ground running. He provided one of the newly resurrected Combat Master models to a magazine for which I was writing at the time, for a test and evaluation. The editor called me and asked if I would put it through its paces.
After picking up the pistol, I drove immediately to my local gun range with a box of Remington 230-grain FMJ as I recall, and started shooting. The test pistol burned through the whole box without a hiccup and as I left the range, I called the editor, told him “There’s nothing wrong with this gun that I can see.” Bang, instant assignment!
What followed was a telephone chat with Woodcock for some background. Dunn, I was told, had relocated to Georgia to be part of the Ahern operation, and of course, I chatted with Ahern himself. By that time, Niemer was working at Olympic Arms about 60 miles down the road and one morning I took the pistol down for him to examine. The test gun was built from stainless steel, with no plastic or aluminum that I could see, and Niemer seemed impressed, especially after I told him about how well the little gun performed.
When I finished the test, back went the pistol to Ahern, who called me, said he would have Dunn go completely through the gun, and then send it back to me for further evaluation and future articles. At that point, this particular pistol had changed hands more times than a used car and eventually I took ownership for a remarkably good deal, since sending it back and forth seemed kind of silly.
Coned barrel is part of the Combat Master’s working formula, allowing the slide to cycle despite the short stroke.
Coned Barrel
As I recall, Woodcock explained how the coned barrel was a key to the Combat Master’s ability to reliably cycle. Since the little handgun performed quite well, I saw no reason to question that, and still don’t. The innards also feature a triple recoil spring setup that performed perfectly during a recent trip to the range just to see if it still had its reliable spunk.
The Combat Master is a very easy pistol to disassemble and reassemble, so it’s easy to keep clean and properly lubed.
Woodcock said the odd slope at the rear of the slide, beginning right behind the rear sight, was incorporated into the design to allow easier cocking of the pistol when carried with the hammer down. Prevalent thinking about the Model 1911 design is that hammer-down carry with a live round in the chamber is a bad idea, but I’ve never heard of a mishap involving a Combat Master carried in such a manner.
All of these components, plus a six-round Metalform magazine (three came with the test gun) to fit the shorter grip frame with its beveled mag well, make the Detonics Combat Master a terrific little hideout gun with the punch of a heavyweight boxer. Anyone who remembers “Miami Vice” will recall the Sonny Crockett character carried a Combat Master in an ankle holster in at least one episode.
When the fully loaded magazine is inserted into the pistol, a small metal projection comes out at the bottom rear of the floorplate. It appears to be part of the follower. After the first round goes into the chamber, this small projection retracts into the magazine.
Still, television exposure evidently wasn’t enough to keep the little gun moving across retail counters, and the company folded again. Ahern passed away almost exactly ten years ago. I like to recall our association as friendly, and he was certainly a fan of the Combat Master. Niemer died unexpectedly in December 2013, and in addition to losing a good pal who really knew his stuff, I lost a walking reference library to the workings of the Combat Master and all things 1911.
Dave’s son, Josh, built this holster from scratch based on Dave’s original “tuckable” design. The magazine pouch is from Milt Sparks.
It Loves FMJ
I’ve got to admit the compact pistol doesn’t get much range time these days. It’s more of a keepsake than a “working gun,” but it’s kind of fun to bring it out of the safe now and then to run a few rounds downrange.
Just as it did when I first fired the Detonics more than a dozen years ago (can it really be that long?), the Combat Master really likes 230-grain FMJ ammunition, and my handloads using 200-grain plated round-nose pills ahead of a healthy dose of HS-6.
Jacketed hollowpoints, not so much. At the range, I ran SIG 230-grain FMJs along with Black Hills 230-grainers on a target at 10 yards. Federal Hi Shok 230-grain pills shot low left, and the SIG 200-grain JHPs produced the loosest group, as shown in the accompanying photo. I like using Birchwood Casey Shoot-N-See targets because they absolutely do not fib.
But remember, the Detonics Combat Master is definitely not a target pistol. It was never designed for match grade accuracy. But it is a classic; it broke some barriers and made its mark in the shooting world.
Nowadays, this particular specimen comes out rarely, and when it does, it rides in a holster I designed and my son built when I was trying to teach him about working with leather. I’d take it down any dark alley.
I checked online and found there is still a Detonics company, based in Illinois. However, a look at its website shows no pistols even remotely resembling the Combat Master.
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