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.
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