It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Dingle Foot. Yes, he's real.
It seems like Muir is starting to realize that the inevitable triumph isn't happening, and is thus moving to as close a counterfeit of acceptance as he can achieve.
Of course, I half expect him to start ranting about a new conspiracy theory that will make Trump president tomorrow, but then, I've been at this for awhile, and expecting Muir to do about-faces is... well, par for the course.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Care of Cell 44.
Muir talks about narcissism in a strip where he has a buff fictional version of himself and the hot female version of himself that serves as the former's pretend wife echo the same talking points back to each other.
If he were a fictional character I was writing, people would accuse me of being unsubtle.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because 49th 1/2 Street.
Muir is desperately hoping for something to happen to make him feel like a winner again. It keeps not happening, so he settles for lies.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because hey!
It's good to see that even hinting that you buy the crazy conspiracy doesn't save you from being turned into a foreign agent in crazyland now. The GOP has got a problem on its hands.
Sadly, so does the nation.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because come all you roving minstrels.
Muir's taking his copium double-strength now. Let's wait to see what becomes the new inevitable when the inevitable arrest doesn't happen and Biden really is the president.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because couldn't escape if I wanted to.
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Welp, let's prepare for four years of Muir insisting his cast are so, so persecuted by the commufascist left for all the crimes they commit.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because when I'm standing next to you.
At times like this you just know Muir would have been a bitching American Firster buying things on the black market and chuckling at all those chumps who followed rationing rules, telling all in sundry that they'd been fooled by Roosevelt.
He hates this nation, and he doesn't realize it.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because no two were wed without one has a sorrow that was left unsaid.
While Muir insisting that winning an election constitutes a coup is... well, to be expected by this point, it's the pedantry that gets me, especially as it's wrong. I mean one can argue that the Constitution didn't name the position of President-Elect, but as it did create the process of electing Presidents, and included a transition between a new President being elected and their taking office, with the expectation that this would be followed... well, yeah, it did create the office of President-Elect by default. Muir's argument is his classic fake-patriotism, screaming against long-standing custom because he's being asked to follow the rules.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because inquire for Reynardine.
I was planning on keeping this one for a week or two, but damn it, this is bad enough to rank it.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because he'll leave you with naught but rue.
Muir's rewriting of reality is developing a somewhat frantic tone--the Democrats are always obviously crooks. Trump was innocent, and shut up, don't bother him with your facts. As I said, the fact that the cavalry isn't coming, and indeed, doesn't even exist is starting to dawn on him, but Muir is doing his best to keep the truth buried in his subconscious.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because a giant walked.
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I think on some level, it's starting to sink in that the cavalry isn't coming. Even though he will loudly deny it for a few weeks.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Puss-in-Boots.
At this point, I really wonder if the 410 electoral landslide is going to become a permanent feature of Muir's crazy, or if this is just one of those things that Muir will believe for awhile, and then suddenly stop.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because to rouse the spirit of the earth.
So, about that map...
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because now we are six.
It's kind of amusing watching Muir cycle through denial, anger, bargaining, and then back to denial again in an endless loop. (More amusing than his new bestie Beale, who is stuck firmly on denial, posting 'Biden did not win' over and over again as if he can make it so by repetition.) We can even see the shape of Muir's worldview when the inevitable happens and Trump is no longer President--this was a coup, and it doesn't count, and anything to end this state of affairs, including an actual coup is kosher.
So, yeah. I expect a crazy four years.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because rooster.
This is what happens when you don't know what the hell you're talking about. Muir clearly thinks that all Trump has to do is sue, and the Supreme Court gets involved and then tosses out the election.
This isn't how it works.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Electric Avenue.
One of the bleakly amusing parts of Muir's ongoing collapse into naked fascism is watching him call all his opponents fascist in the manner of a freaking Comintern member from the 30s. I mean at this point, the 'women of color politicians are literally Hitler' gag isn't even a surprise.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because blubber.
The collapsing of Muir's epistemological universe to an ever smaller and crazier circle of delusional sources has been an ongoing cycle, where each fall into delusion helps trigger an even deeper fall when reality doesn't mach Muir's expectations. By this time, it's become abundantly clear that Muir will always choose to trust in his worst impulses rather than admit he was wrong, and that there's a sizable community that exists to help channel his sort into more an awful form of crazy.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I'll keep it with mine.
Let's see what the crazy bullshit he believes next week, folks.
It's a Day's Day of Days! Because I do the best I can.
So, Muir has once again dipped into the well of Theodore Beale, aka Vox Day, another Right-wing nutter I keep eyes on. (The name of his blog, 'Vox Popoli' is a misspelling of the phrase vox populi. He insists it is not but is him doing the phrase in some strange Italianized version of Latin that doesn't exist. Insisting that his mistakes are not mistakes with elaborate nonsensical explanations why is something of a Beale calling card.) Beale is a white supremacist, misogynist, MRA, and anti-Semite. He also dabbles in Holocaust denial, Moon-landing denial, creationism, and various other brands of crazy. Beale loves to insist he's not a Nazi, but his denials read rather like notorious British fascist Arnold Leese who insisted that he didn't believe in the Holocaust because six million dead was chump numbers--Beale's biggest objection to the Third Reich is they lost. (Second biggest--they weren't Christian, though Beale's definition of Christian is so odd that trust me, the Reich largely fit it.) He regularly praises Norwegian mass murder Anders Breivik, and calls him 'Saint Anders'. He was also involved in the notorious three year attempt by the Alt-Right to hijack the Hugo Awards by mass slate voting during the nomination, which he used to get works by his awful publishing house to be finalists. (They all landed below No Award in votes.)
So, yes, quality people.
I'm saying all this to make it clear the road Muir's on now. He clearly needs validation, and well, Teddy's the guy for it. Beale declares victory with a dull regularity, and when reality does not oblige, explains how what has happened is exactly the victory he was talking about. So, as we await months of Muir declaring that the President-Elect is not the President-Elect, realize that his politics are likely going to get worse, people.
Oh, so worse.
Also, Beale appears to have noticed the praise--whether this leads to him trying to enlist Muir on one of his many money-making publishing schemes has yet to be seen. Let us wait to see if further nuttiness is down the road.
POSTSCRIPT--For more info on Beale, here is his rationalwiki entry. It has links to his blog, if like me, you are a masochist an, but I'm not going to link directly to it, partially because I'm not that cruel, and partially because Beale is quite fond of having his followers cyberstalk people.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because wherever I meet with a deck of cards, I lay my money down.
Of course, Gore was never 'President-Elect' for weeks. Further, Muir doesn't seem to realize that Trump is in the position that Gore was in.
Only for more states.
With larger margins.
So, yeah. Trump's lost.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Wigwam.
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Clearly, the Right will need an even bigger list, for its enemies, when it returns to power.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because oh, Billy, don't you turn your back on me.
The funny thing is Muir thinks this is a joke, and not an accurate display of his ignorance of history.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
There's an embarrassment of crazy riches to... sample here. We start with Muir in pure Bizarro-Marxist mode, explaining the Iron Laws of history to us, demonstrating once again he's arrogant, ignorant blowhard who doesn't know what the hell he's talking about. We then move on to the desire for bloodletting, which would be terrifying, if we didn't have Muir absolutely pegged by now. He'll bluster, he'll beat up imaginary leftists in his awful cartoon, and that will be it.
He's lost. He lost when he won, honestly, because Muir wants things that can't happen. Because he's a nasty little cowardly fascist who hates this country, and thinks that he loves it.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because loop-di-loop.
You know, it's obvious we're being set up for a massive wall-of-text rant in Sunday's strip with this one. I'm just wondering what's going to happen now that Biden's won--are we going to get it as a sort of threnody, or is Muir going to give us a primal scream instead?
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because bramble.
Watching Muir suddenly notice the election after its over is certainly a thing.
Mind you, he'd be screaming fraud if it was a blowout for Biden, so really not much of a surprise here.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because it was a dinosaur.
Muir's arrogance is, as always, matched by his ignorance. But go on, Muir. Explain to us how elections working by the rules they've worked by for decades is somehow cheating.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Mango.
Called it.
Well, let's trudge through, folks. Got a long week ahead of us.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because he wears a white cockade.
This election day, Muir has retreated fully from the real world to dwell in one where his guy is great, and awesome, and the other guy is awful, and a pedophile, and EVERYTHING IS FINE.
Who knows what the hell tomorrow will bring, eh? Save that it will be unpleasant.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the Secret History.
It's funny to note, as things wind down, that this year Muir has largely ignored the presidential race, preferring to dwell in an alternate world where everything is fine, Trump is doing well, and this whole democracy thing is just some sore losers about to get schooled by the Leader. But then, Muir's always been a rather frail little authoritarian under his bluster, as this strip illustrates. When things turn against him, he curls into a ball, whines about how mean people are being to him, and then shouts how things are going to be fine, just fine, and boy won't they be sorry when he really cuts loose.
It makes the roots of his Trump support fairly obvious.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Gaumont.
At times like this, the way Jan and Damon have become almost extraneous to this strip shines through. They no longer really discuss politics, because each of them have the same opinions now, they don't really have storylines, because nothing can really threaten them, and fundamentally, the strip isn't interested in them the way it is Zed and Sam. But they are long-standing cast, so they keep popping up, to be assholes.
