It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Temptations sing.
It says something that these days, Muir's slice of life strips are usually as awful and filled terrible politics as his political strips.
I've got a category called 'Small Mercies' for a reason, and this one ain't in it, likewise for a reason.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because John Cheever.
Remember, just yesterday where Muir was clearly trying to processing that he had a good chance of losing?
Well, forget it! He's going to! Muir's gonna be hailing victory, long and hard, and remember, in the real reality, the weak are falling before the Right's onslaught! And the gaslight is not flickering!
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because syllabub.
Now let's wait for him to declare the left Nazis again, after declaring himself opposed to the rule of law, for the rule of force, and of course, opposed by the wicked Jews and their vile leftist pawns.
Of course, my comfort in this is Muir will busy himself having his imaginary version of himself beat up imaginary idiot "leftists" so he can feel like he's a brave patriotic hero, instead of traitorous coward who doesn't even have the guts to commit actual violence.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because it doesn't matter what I do.
Oh, boy, it's Charlottesville all over again.
Hey, remember when Muir insisted that the guy who killed a woman there was the real victim.
Ahh, memories. Horrible, horrible memories.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Teddy Perkins.
Meanwhile, in the real world, the fairly optimistic Democratic convention stands in direct opposition to the doom-filled, whining Republican one.
But hey--Liberal Jan gets what's really happening in your pretend world.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because chocolate zucchini bread.
Muir handles a world he can't understand by his age-old method of creating hateful conspiracy theories.
And boy, are they getting worse with age.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Khartoum.
Muir's bizarre identification with apolitical egotist Elon Musk these days is just... one of those weird ways his mind has gone these days.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Death on the Nile.
Muir's ongoing collapse into naked fascism has seen him develop the pseudo-populist, anti-capitalist rhetoric of the movement, and not even realize it.
Also, the open anti-Semitism.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because omega-3.
Muir is talking about a policy that was rescinded.
Four years ago.
Moving the cast was a mistake.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because don't expect me to cry, don't expect me to lie, don't expect me to die for you.
And in this lifeless, badly-blocked strip, Muir reiterates he's so brave and tough, making a strip where his good guys effortlessly beat up brainless, pathetic versions of their opponents.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go.
It's been kind of remarkable over the course of this year, watching this strip transform into something that at least engaged with the real world, albeit in a heavily distorted form, into one that is almost completely abstracted from it. It's worth pointing out that Muir has barely dealt with the Presidential race this year, the rare times he has being in an almost backhanded manner. As for Covid-19, the worse things have gotten the more determined he seems to be ignore it as much as possible.
And why not? This year has been Muir having reality show him that he is wrong about everything, a coward and a fool whose ideas fail when a real problem happens. And so he has done what he did the last time this happened--he's found a little hole to bury himself in and weep, while occasionally muttering that he's a brave boy he is, and if he could, yeah, he'd totally beat up all the baddies. Only its worse this time, because Muir's spent twelve years degenerating in every possible way.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because start dancing, and I'll blow your brains out.
You know, putting aside the incredible amount of things wrong with this strip--which is pretty much everything--the interesting element is that Muir's entire tone here isn't stuff you say to rally your side for the fight. It's stuff you say to prepare for bitching about how it wasn't fair when you lose.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Mokiki does the sloppy swish.
This one's interesting because Muir is, for once, falling into ideological incoherence, instead of his own personal incoherence. Fascism--and Muir's politics have tended that way for a long time, and only gotten moreso over this presidency--has long treated socialism and liberalism as simultaneously elitist plots out to destroy the people AND the dominion of evil rabble-rousers out to the unfortunate against their betters. It's part and parcel of fascism's tendency to pass itself off as a revolutionary ideology while being a deeply reactionary one. They are for the people--but not for them getting something when they're unfortunate. That's against the natural order.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because John Cassavettes.
Ahhh. Good to see Muir's remembered about the entire 'foreign embassy' thing. I thought he might have discarded that plotline.
I mean, it would have been better if he had, as it's nonsense that paints his characters in a very bad light, but then as he clearly doesn't see that, well, let the good times roll, and wait for that final vault into Sovereign Citizenship.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Roxy Rocket.
You know, the fascinating part of this noxious stew of paranoia is what it represents--Muir and his fellows have more or less given up on winning the election and are now into explaining the likely loss. Oh, they'll never admit it--and should Trump pull out a win, they'll insist they never doubted. But now it's about delegitimizing the Democratic Party as a potential government.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Frankie was a good girl, everybody knows.
Right. To make it clear, this woman has been arrested on charges of... ahem, robbery, domestic abuse, and obstruction of justice.
Clearly, the sinister arms of the Deep State stretch long.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because He Who Gets Slapped.
Muir's ongoing slide to a more and more naked fascism has always been joined by more projection onto the Democrats and more yelling about the GOP being weak sisters. It's just been reaching an actively bizarre level these days.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Phantom Carriage.
...
You know, it says something that Muir imagines that treating Stacey Abrams as a mammy stereotype and whining about "anti-white racism" proves how terrible the Democrats are to African-Americans.
Still, it's interesting to see his portrayal of Pelosi switch from an ineffectual foil for Trump to the lovechild of Cruella Deville and Sauron.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Richard Gere in The Cotton Club.
Muir's projection in the face of manifest incompetence and malignancy from Trump and the GOP has reached the point of being an incoherent, contradictory mess in a single sentence.
We are through the looking glass, people
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Torment (1944).
The extent to which the Republican's Imaginary Biden is Actual Trump is... well, revelatory, I'd argue.
Much like ignoring the whole plague.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Saraband (2003).
On some level, Muir is conflicted about Skye. He has to show her as somewhat reformed, because he wants to fuck her, BUT he also needs a mouthpiece for his imaginary straw liberals.
I suspect this will eventually end with the addition of another cast member, but it might take some time to get there.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because After the Rehearsal (1984).
It's interesting to note that Muir has shifted from his previous indistinct feeling of anomie to avoid dealing with Covid-19 to the protests, which he now generally mischaracterizes as 'riots'. (A few have developed into them, of course, but Muir's treatment is so general that it's clear he has no idea about the specifics.) It's worth noting even now that Muir barely engages with the topics he claims to be discussing. He trades in vagaries and insults and calls it a day. It's hard not to trace this with the entire ordeal of the Trump Presidency--Muir expected triumph and has gotten muddle. Of course, Muir can fake enthusiasm like a champ--he was talking about how great Iraq was going in 2008, remember--but it's not as good as the real thing. Muir may declare that it was great that they lost that lemon tree as he downs a cup of turnip juice, but he was expecting lemonade, no matter what he claims now.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because From the Life of the Marionettes (1980).
As we continue to ignore the plague, and insist that the Silent Majority is with the racists, and that men are the true civilization bearing gender, let us consider the bizarre fixation that Muir has with this robot plot, which he seems to think shows Sam is awesome. Somehow.
Oh, and patented Sam howler monkey face in that last panel.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Faro Document 1979.
And once again Muir describes his opponents in terms that are mostly applicable to him.
Except for the Marxism, and frankly, Muir's version of anti-communism is pretty much a sort of Bizarro-variant of it.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Autumn Sonata (1978).
As usual, the cast will do anything to spite anyone who dares call them on their bullshit.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Serpent's Egg (1977).
The fascinating thing here is the projection--Muir is blatantly a coward living in a bubble that lets him live in his fantasy that he is a great tough warrior who would naturally dominate others.
And so he mocks the guts of black men who, whatever their unpleasant politics, marched at freaking Stone Mountain in Georgia.
Yeah, gazelles. Right.
