At the mere mention of Martha Mitchell, Key Biscayne's Bebe Reboso, or as Mort Sahl put it, "Rebozo the Clown," we were a nation laughing just to keep from crying.
Sahl's humor, unsparing and unbiased, sounds a lot like Will Rogers. Nothing and nobody is spared. At first he aimed his barbs at Richard M. Nixon. His was a machine-gun delivery, citing Nixon being born in Whittier, California in a blue suit.
Nixon brings up Henry Kissinger, who had been foreign policy advisor to Governor Rockefeller. "The state of New York has a foreign policy in case of invasion by Connecticut," went the line. Another blunder number from that era is that when Walter Cronkite wore thermal underwear, it shorted out against the Great Wall of China.
Sahl got off a great one: The President's pre-election promises to get the  prisoners  home. As soon as  he got in office, he got two out. He got Jimmy Hoffa out and Bobby Baker. The others took a little longer.
Too bad we can't relate to those who got their lumps back then: Jackie Kennedy ("Miss Upward Mobility  of 1938"), Sinatra, the FBI, Kissinger, a Secret Service agent (the guy who talks into his  cufflinks), Sen. Eagleton ("Lawrence O'Brien, the cruise director in Miami, called in Eagleton and showed him Xerox copies of the psychiatrist's reports and said, "I charge you with being depressed before you ran with McGovern.")
In the final episode, we find the President beginning a prayer with "My fellow God..."