Sunday, January 31, 2016

"Stupid Skye Doesn't Want To Admit What A Worthless Whore She Is!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because turkey sausage.

And once again, not only does Muir treat the actions of the fictional halfwit he intentionally writes to be a disgusting human being as an indictment of everyone who disagrees with him--but the rest of the cast proceeds to act even more churlish and disgusting, making Skye seem like the more pleasant character, despite the fact that she is pretty damn awful.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

"But Honey! We're Talking About Something Important!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because monsters and supercreeps.

...Now I'm wondering if Muir realizes he's eating curry.

Friday, January 29, 2016

"Huh huh. I Is So Witty."

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because blizzard.

...And again Skye's awfulness serves to highlight the awfulness of everyone around her.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

"Surrendering! While Armed!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because collard greens.

Astonishing, isn't it, that as soon as the dead man is an armed white man who was in his own words looking to pick a fight with the government, even if it killed him suddenly of course, he was surrendering, and the police are being awful and brutal?

And again, the BLM wouldn't even be the ones doing this...

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

A Desperate Flirtation With Revelance.

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because he had a little red wagon.

Apparently Muir doesn't realize that the BLM runs things to the west of Texas and doesn't own a scrap of land in that state. But never mind!  Muir's loyal (but not to the actual government) patriots (of the REAL MURICA) are now facing the persecution of the government that they have been actively defying for the past few years.  Which is unjust because they're the only people who matter.

Which is pretty much the attitude of the Bundys' crowd at Oregon, which is why things went the way they did...

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

"Apparently, We've Been Abusing That Status Horribly!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because hail is not sleet.

I think part of the reason for the nudity is Muir trying to distract from the growing realization that this plotline made not a lick of sense.

Monday, January 25, 2016

"Because The Aristocrats!" *Drum Beat*

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because I'm burning away, I need never get old.

...Muir's knack for making his entire cast loathsome in their persecution of Skye remains one of the shows unintended wells of humor. 

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Friday, January 22, 2016

Thursday, January 21, 2016

"Yes, You Are All In Awe Of Her Incredibleness! No Matter How Much You Deny It!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Fonzie goes to Hollywood.

...You know, considering we're probably going to see this get up tomorrow, Muir's just hit a new creepy low, when you think about it.



Wednesday, January 20, 2016

"You Guys Are The Ones With Embarassing Candidates! NOT US!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because snow in the rain gutters.

Muir once again demonstrates the class that make him a natural-born Trump supporter.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

"This Is TOTALLY What Is Happening!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because fresh fruit.

Man, it must be hard living in the bubble of crazy all the time convinced that the apocalypse is going to come.  Especially when it doesn't.  Over and over again.

Monday, January 18, 2016

"Yeah, He Means Gay Stuff!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because row, row, row your boat.

And once again, Muir's ultratough veteran fake self lectures the weaklings who don't understand we should shoot at everything that isn't us...

Sunday, January 17, 2016

"Naked Sexy Times Will Make This Ranting Palatable!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because some movies will devastate you.

Muir's bizarre sexist rants and strange bubble-world view of international politics are starting to fold back into themselves.  And the really odd attempts at soft-core porn aren't helping.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

"Comparing A Black Man To A Monkey Is Pretty Racist, Damon. Shitty Rhetorical Tricks Don't Make It Not Racist."

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because roly-poly.

And of course, Muir puts what he imagines is a brilliant display of wit--in the mouth of his imaginary black friend.

Because, you know, Muir wants everyone to realize he's not racist.  Not a bit.  Nope.

Friday, January 15, 2016

"Trust In Us Sexist Bigots To Defend You!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because rubber tree plant.

You know, the big difference between Muir and the people he's against is that his brand of reactionary nonsense lacks any hypocritical puritanism, replacing it with an in your face dudebroism that seems to have emerged from the festering bowels of a really shitty fraternity.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

"Soon, The Only Blondes Will Be Fourteen People In Scandinavia!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because you're not the boss of me.

There's something darkly fascinating in watching Muir attempting to pontificate on these matters on which he knows nothing but what he's read in racist works of pseudoscholarship.  It's like watching a game of telephone played by hard of hearing Klan members using passages from The Turner Diaries as the message...

Monday, January 11, 2016

"Be A Fertile, Docile Baby Factory!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because butter rum.

Ahh, yes, the "good old" days.  Where wife-beating wasn't horrible, but just a funny fact of life, and you could be killed for gathering firewood without permission.

I like to read about the past, but I really, really wouldn't want to live there.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

"You Didn't Appereciate Our Awesomeness ENOUGH!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because clock on the mantle.

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And yet another example that some people are toxic scum, while imagining they are shining knights.

Because... fuck.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

"This Is CLEARLY A Big Deal!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because hippopotamus. 

And now Hilary Clinton's emails have progressed to become the fluoride of modern political discourse...

But hey--Muir's got a smoking gun, this time.  Just like he had one last time.  And the time before that...

Friday, January 8, 2016

"She Can't Hope To Aspire To The Quality Of A Republican With Countless Ineffectual Obamacare Repeals On Their Belt!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because the male succession.

Remember, Muir's opponents are the fascists.  That's why he fantasizes about killing them.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

"Right! It's Going To Be Totally Awesome!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because gold-embossed.

So, envisioning the Secret Service as a Praetorian Guard...

Astonishing how Muir's vision of democracy is... very undemocratic...

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

"And This Is In No Ways About Your Performance In Bed!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because all seven, we will watch them fall.

After all, if they don't get these before the imminent crackdown that has yet to arrive despite Obama entering his EIGHTH year of President, then the Ammo industry will be sad.

And they can't let that happen.

Monday, January 4, 2016

"Point Made! Apparently!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because mackerel.

You know, being divorced from reality means that Muir's attempts at contemporary references are baffling to those of us not in the bubble...

Sunday, January 3, 2016

"Ha Ha! Totally Worth The Fake Out! Right?"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because four of a kind.

Hunting boar with explosive bullets?

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More proof that Muir equates 'stupid' with 'manly'.

Saturday, January 2, 2016

"Our Magic Guns Will Protect Us From The Nebulous Threat!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because strange fruit.

Muir's talent for reducing any story he writes into incoherence remains awe-inspiring to behold.

Friday, January 1, 2016

SUSPENSE!

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because the world's biggest peach.


Thank goodness women have Muir's fictional women to set them straight.  Otherwise, they might vote Democrat for some strange reason that Muir cannot fathom.