It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Taras Bulba.
You know, this just sums up Muir's brand of brain-dead reactionary "philosophy". Muir considers himself a tough man of action, belonging to the greatness of the past, stuck by ill-fortune in a decadent weak present. In truth, like most of his fascist ilk, Muir is the pampered, weak child of privilege he imagines his opponents as. As he whines about this imaginary past, he demonstrates the very weakness he claims had no place in it. Muir babbles about virtues that he has in fact never demonstrated, all the while imagining he's devestating his opponent. It's pretty sad, actually.
But hey, at least he's shifting into 'batshit' mode.
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