I remember that phrase, (Super Patriot), and how much I loved that satire magazine. We had to smuggle it into the house because our mom hated it precisely because of this sort of subversive thing. I vividly recall being forced to recite some Lutheran doctrine stuff in front of the whole church, and being told by mom that I could buy anything I wanted at the book store beforehand, if I did it right. I did. She gave me a dollar and a hug. So I choose Mad Magazine. She snatched it away, made me return it for the 25 cents it was back then... and that right there is when I became a full-fledged commie socialist liberal free ACLU-card-carrying human being.
I think I was 15 then.