The animator was given an hour to come up with a character. What he did with the other 57 minutes we’ll never know.
But who is this man? Obviously: he’s the President of the United States. You can tell by . . . by . . . . by the special Masonic gesture for concealing the stomach, I guess. You’re wondering why the President had his own Saturday morning cartoon in 1968, the Dawning of the Age of Nixonia?
Because he was no ordinary President. This, my friends, was SUPER President, the most unlikely cartoon superhero ever created. Imagine you’re an aide to the President. It’s six days after inauguration. There’s trouble in, say, East Trublestan. You burst into the Oval Office, and the President is changing into a snug all-body Danskin. Stand back! he says. I am Super President!
