It's the Day's Day of Days! Because it didn't look good.
Fascism deprived of any pretense of grandeur. The belief that you are horribly set upon by not always getting your own way, but that you will inevitably triumph for you are strong by virtue of being of the purer race, and your foes are weak and decadent.
And that you will be immortalized, for you are strong and righteous.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because extra toasty.
It's hard to figure what is worse... the awful drawings, static poses, or the nasty libertarianism as a cloak for fascism, where the government is being tyrannical if it doesn't let angry white guys beat and oppress whoever they want. It's all a pretty putrid blend.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because spectres.
There's just so much insecurity masquerading as strength in this strip.
On all sorts of subjects.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because truffles.
And finally, after months, Muir mentions the Russo-Ukrainian War and from the way he talks about it, you'd think Russia was winning, instead of having its ass kicked and going towards idiotic recruitment methods to try and create a new army to fight the losing war. But then, Muir lays it out here--like all fascists he thinks being a crude bully proves you're brave and strong, a real man, and others are weak, effeminate, inferior. The idea that he is a blustery, brittle coward watching a blustery, brittle, cowardly nation break and fail is anathema.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because cities on fire with rock and roll.
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Muir's combination of not knowing what the hell he's talking about but thinking he does sure is a thing, in'it?
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because never seen it before, who cares.
Remember when Muir tried to make the racist thug who ran over counterprotestors and killed a woman the victim? And here he is, crying crocodile tears about some incident that either didn't happen, or didn't happen the way he said it did.
Because he's fascist filth.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because cloudburst.
There are two things of interest in this strip. The first is Muir's fantasy version of what happened to the refugees shipped to Martha's Vineyard, where he again assumes that obviously liberals must be as racist as him, and gets his facts wrong to try and make it match that picture. (Those refugees are now in Cape Cod, by the way.) He seizes on misconstrued details, misunderstands things and in essence makes himself even more stupid and wretched all to keep himself from acknowledging the pathetic thing he is.
The other is that Gov. Abbot has joined the heretics, because the circle can only grow smaller.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because in the deep midwinter.
Muir's usual attempt at 'youse the real racists' stumbles not only on the ridiculous descriptions, but on the fact that all these "characters" act as obvious mouthpieces for the views of an aging white guy. That said views are racist as hell, and couched in the superiority of an obnoxious "redneck" culture just makes it more obvious.
And then there was all that ranting about immigrants the last few days.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because not fitted to make converts.
The assumption behind the endless right-wing jokes that eventually produced migrants and refugees being shipped to Martha's Vineyards is that everyone is as racist as they are, and the left only pretends not to be racist. That kindness and decency are only fake virtues, and the right lacks them because they are brave and strong.
But they aren't brave and strong, but cowardly and weak. And all their pathetic stunts wind up showing it in the end, even as many innocent people get hurt.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because enter the florpus.
It's kind of amazing how Muir has this entire county go along with this ill-conceived wannabe rebellion and nobody is noting how illegal it is.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because she came on the southern wind.
Remember, the FBI are vile oppressors because they dare suggest the racist militia compound has to submit to the law. And they are cowards and weaklings because they are not of the body, for all know that being a rabid right-winger makes one superior, and those who suggest that this sneering hostility, this arrogant swagger are the signs of a brittle coward, they must be wrong. And to be wrong is to be weak. It is self-demonstrating.
Haven't heard about the war in the Ukraine for a while. I wonder if Muir is embarrassed about how quickly he jumped onboard the Vozhd's leaking ship.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because where the buffalo roam.
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Muir really thinks his characters are the patriots, and not a bunch of lawless, racist thugs.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because pebbles.
So, does Muir ever think that having his bad guys be this stupid makes his cast's victories look kinda pathetic?
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because flambe.
So, the law of the lesser magistrate...
Okay, this is a thing. In Calvinist theology. During the early years of the Reformation, where members of the Reformed Church were trying to explain how they had a right to avoid getting arrested by kings, emperors and the like for being Calvinists. It is not an actual legal doctrine that gives random sheriffs the right to arrest federal agents because. Of course, these sorts of arguments started getting very popular in some circles during the late 1960s for obvious reasons, producing the Posse Comitatus movement and similar sovereign citizen groups. The point of such arguments is to produce folk magic disguised as law while insisting this nonsense is a return to tradition, instead of the ridiculous farce that it is.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because world without logos.
The strange and contradictory nature of Muir's evil government goons is on display here, strangely preoccupied with a little militia in a hick county at the very highest levels of government, and yet also completely unable to do anything about them. After all, despite the magical pretend tech and ridiculous connections that exists to protect his cast, in the end, they don't do much, just squat in their imaginary corner of imaginary Texas and beat up racist caricatures and straw leftists. Sam's little run as county chair has been involved a broader circle than their usual antics, but it's still in the end, small potatoes. And yet the cast are an object of fascination to the highest levels of government, instead of what they should be... the opponent of some regional head who would likely squash the arrogant pricks without much fuss.
But then, that's another contradictory facet of the Derp State... they recognize the cast as true Muricans, following the true law. Because Muir can't imagine that they'd be viewed as bunch of dimwitted rascist, seditious fascists following nonsense. That's not a hero. That's the kind of vicious bumbler he imagines as a villain.
Because he has to. He needs opponents worse than his heroes, and well, that's tough.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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The amazing part is that Muir really thinks this is something a county can do.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because black walnut bitters.
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You know, this strip's sexism and bad blocking speak for themselves, so I'm going to mention that I'm starting to suspect we're being set up for another 'It was all a dream' caused by Muir writing himself into a corner, as has happened before.
But we'll see. Reality in this strip is such a strangely fluid thing, after all.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because this man was my bombers, my dexies, my high.
Right, I've already dealt with the fact that Mr. 'Constitutional Republic' is proposing a violation of the constitution here, so let's just deal with the bizarre reappearance of Muir's Islamophobia, after years in hiding, all for a weird little attempt at a gag.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because scissors.
The one thing that stands out in this strip--other than Muir demonstrating once again that he doesn't get a bit of pop culture--is Sam's self-satisfied boasting over victories that were the result of her being a fictional character whose creator never allows her to face a real challenge.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Islandia.
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It's sort of grimly amazing that the rest of the county board are letting this woman stay chairwoman in between the constant rants about the lizard people.
But then, this is a world where she has killer robots. Sanity is dead in this fictional universe.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the sunshine of your love.
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Okay, so is the problem of the sinister illegitimate government that it has substituted the will of the people with the will of a sinister corporation, or is it that it is a decadent democracy enslaved to the will of the people?
I jest of course. As usual, the point with a fascist is playing heads he wins, tails you lose.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because trainwreck.
Wow. Muir's really gone into the weeds here. This is almost nakedly sovereign citizen woo at this point.
And of course, how the damn members of that county council have left her in charge when she is an incompetent fascist nutbag who is probably costing them millions to play pretend insurrection is... well, typical DbD.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Sao Paulo.
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The amazing thing isn't just how racist it is, it's how readily obvious it is that Muir doesn't even actually believe it, even though he doubtless imagines he does, but just has convinced himself that this is a valid demonstration that he isn't racist.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the Sea Beast.
The fascinating bit here is the feeling that clearly it is the Left's fault that Sam has to come up with a way to explain how righteous her racism is to her son.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the white hart.
The amusing bit is how self-refuting this particular projection of his own projection goes. He's just using the irrational hatred of the Left to... keep brown people away, because mumble, mumble, nothing racist here.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because spin class.
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The fascinating bit is not only do the two halves of the strip not even really connect, but the only common thread they have is Muir's projection, arrogance, and ignorance. It's just monumentally poor work here.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Notre Dame.
Muir's new Laughing Woman Face is a mild improvement over the last one, but still looks grotesque and inhuman.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because East vs. West.
Muir complains about dehumanization in a series of strips where he depicts Joe Biden as a literal puppet and an empty shirt. And insists he's facing genocide, because people aren't letting him commit genocide.
Also the hatred of Maoism is kind of funny from a man who wants the cities to be crushed to the good rural folk can be restored to their proper place.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because along came Bronson.
Muir really needs to believe he's the loyal patriot fighting against wicked servants of foreign powers because, well, it's so obvious to everyone outside the bubble he isn't.
