It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Cobra Commander.
Seeing as we have the usual unfunny botched turkey gag, the Thanksgiving treat we do not need or want (sort of like the Lions game), it seems as good a time as any to talk about the failure of DbD as a fictional universe that I tried to start the previous two days but couldn't because, damn, that artwork was especially wretched.
Skye's latest "plotline" is a device that Muir's tossed out countless times before... some of the cast, usually Jan and Damon, start up some sort of career as journalists, where we are assured they will be hard-hitting seekers after 'real news' who skewer the fake liberal media conspiracy. We then get a maybe a story or two of them acting like jackasses to a straw version of a politician, and then... Muir loses interest, and the whole thing dies. Seeing as this keeps happening, you have to wonder why he keeps doing it. The answer, I'd argue is pretty simple--and yet touches on one of DbD's weaknesses as a strip. Muir does this to give members of his cast who are falling to the wayside something to do connected with the political side of the strip. It fails because Muir is a terrible writer who can't do anything with the concept, and so it generally fails to revive his interest in them.
But that's one of the fundamental problems with DbD--it's not really about much of anything anymore. It started it had a simple format--office strip with political humor. It used it badly, but, well, it still used it. Now... now it's a strange lurching thing that bumbles about to let Muir live out his laughable fantasies and spew right wing hate. It is a strip where things simply happen.
Like Sam (or her daughters) destroying a turkey every Thanksgiving.