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Joe put together the ballad of Prez with art assist from Jerry Grandenetti, an appropriately unpolished artist for what was certainly a hastily-constructed concept (later adopted and made into a triumphantly allegorical tale by Sandman author Neil Gaiman). The story of "The Man From Steadfast" goes like this:
You see, Steadfast is famous for its clocks - thousands of them, everywhere, in every nook and cranny, each one unique - especially in regards to their accuracy. According to the text in the first issue, it takes more than half-an-hour for all the clocks to finish chiming the top of the hour. Now two unrelated locomotives move towards each other on the inexorable tracks of destiny. While Prez is taking it upon himself to fix all the clocks in Steadfast so that they chime right, Congress has passed laws giving 18-year olds the vote, and allowing 21-year olds to hold all public offices.
The clueless young Prez does as he is told, his eyes filled with senatorial stars, until he gets wised up and hepped to the deal by go-go Native American Eagle Free. Turning his back on Smiley, Prez nails his former benefactor to the wall and - riding the newly appointed teen vote and the publicity high of ruining the infamous Smiley - finds himself whisked into the White House! While there, Prez becomes an ambassador for peace, love, understanding, and fighting vampires. No, seriously....
Given that it was 1972, Prez (then 21) was a child of the Sixties, of the love and peace generation. Appropriately, he became an ambassador of said virtues, much to the chagrin of the establishment which saw him as an upstart, unworthy of the office granted him, and a danger to their precious status quo. And yet, Prez was often foolish, naive, downright childish and simple, and carried with him a bag of spite and paranoia for the older politicians who surrounded him. So what had we here? A unique everyman champion of a generation that broke all the rules, an indictment of a bloated political system, or a cruel parody of an earnest but often errant youth movement? All in all, it was a very different type of patriotic super-hero than Simon - or anyone else - had given us before.
Yes, while Prez jetted around the world bringing relief to put upon nations, he also had to fend off the violent advances of the NATION OF TRANSYLVANIA which threatened to send a HORDE OF RABIES-INFECTED VAMPIRE BATS down upon our heads! Yes, and then there was the insane, costumed CHESS-PLAYERS from the Soviet Union who used robot chess-pieces to commit terrible crimes! Prez was assisted in his ludicrous adventures by the aforementioned Eagle Free, now Director of the FBI, and by his gargantuan vice-president Martha (no last name given). Messing with continuity buffs for years to come, Prez even makes an appearance in Supergirl Comics in which he not only co-starred with the Maid of Might, but was also identified as the current President in DC Continuity. Natch'ly, the story is largely ignored in terms of Pre-Crisis canon.
No, I made that last part up. Prez never even rated a "Whatever Happened To ..." feature in the back of DC Comics Presents.
On one final note, let's take a moment to REALLY consider the full implications
of Prez Rickard's term of office; If puffy, hound-faced, pudgy Bill Clinton
seems to be swimming in a pool of endless poon, imagine the quantity and
quality of nubile young girl intern-meat a blonde, Midwestern twenty-something
woulda had on stock. Viva Prez! Viva the U! S!
A!
"Then there was Prez, a husky, handsome blond like a freckled boxer, meticulously wrapped inside his sharkskin plaid suit with the long drape and the collar falling back and the tie undone for exact sharpness and casualness, sweating and hitching up his horn and writhing into it, and a tone just like Lester Young himself. "You see, man, Prez has the technical anxieties of a money-making musician, he's the only one who's well dressed, see him grow worried when he blows a clinker, but the leader, that cool cat, tells him not to worry and just blow and blow--the mere sound and serious exuberance of the music is all he cares about. He's an artist. He's teaching young Prez the boxer. Now the others dig!!" -Jack Kerouac, On The Road |