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The
Mighty Mightor (1967) Cartoon
The Mighty Mightor
Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law
Animal
Love Child of Space Ghost and Psicosis
Unfrozen Caveman Judge
Outfit: Royal Order of
Water Buffalo hat
/ Sub-Mariner
trunks / club / UGG boots
Tagline: "MIIIGHTOOOOR!"
Plot summary:
Cave teenager Tor and his pet dinosaur (one the son of a
village chief, the other: bones put there by the devil to
trick us) rescue an old man from a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and
for their kidness are rewarded with a magical, laser
beam-shooting club that transforms the boy into The
Mighty Mightor, the Before Christ equivalent of Captain
Marvel, and the pet dinosaur into a fire-breathing
dragon, the Before Christ equivalent of Battle Cat.
Having a variety of super powers in a time where making
fire is the most interesting thing possible might not
seem like a grand gift, but imagine the kind of cave
pussy you can bash over the head with a club that shoots
force rays.
The Mighty Mightor fights for the FIRE GOOD of his people
alongside dragon Ork (where Robin Williams is from), his
girlfriend Sheera (princess of power), and little brother
Li'l Rock, where country star Collin Raye resides until
he can overcome his drinking problem. (more)
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Comments:
Mightor is a fairly standard super hero: cape, cowl,
girlfriend with horrible deductive reasoning, and so on.
As a caveman we're to assume that his helmet is some sort
of pelt, and with the tusks we can guess maybe wooly
mammoth. But what are his shorts made out of? Is there an
animal in prehistoric studies with green fur?
And this brings up further questions. Where did a caveman
get gold wristbands? I thought they freaked out at the
discovery of the wheel, when did they get an interest in
smelting?
Given the information presented, Hanna-Barbera taught me
at a preschool age that the motivating factors behind the
proliferation of ancient civilization is good
Samaritanism, a love of fine jewelry, and wearing the
muppet exoskeleton of Oscar the Cro-Magnon Grouch around
your waist so your stupid girlfriend doesn't have to
stare at your trilo-bits and pieces. Great. Hanna-Barbera
should teach a high school course where I can learn about
the Jim Crow Laws by beating my dick against a rock.
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Rating:          4.4/10 (44,1461 votes)
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