It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I can be your armor if you keep me warm.
Right, so on top of all the various kinds of racist awful here, it should be pointed out that tequila is a designation of origin product--it's not just only made in Mexico, it's made in a particular region of Mexico. So, no, they can't make tequila in Redneckistan.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because what's the rumpus?
Boob jokes, bad cheesecake drawings and giving his cast things for free. Three things that Muir will always toss out when he's at a loss for something to do next.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Dennis Moore, etc.
The worst part about these slice of life "gag-a-day" strips is they underline what an unlikable bunch of shits the cast is, and how the strip treats being a redneck as a glorious sign of superiority.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because St. Louis Browns.
Like all online fascists, Muir follows an alternative definition of reason that means that all of his nonsense is simply correct, and that the virtues he lacks are actually bad things. It suffers from the weakness of being utterly divorced from reality, but then, so is Muir.
It's the Days Day of Days! Because Miller's Crossing.
There's always a bleak fascination in watching Muir turn world events into the triumph of fascism. Especially as he doesn't realize that's what he's doing because he keeps imagining he's not a fascist.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Ariat work boots.
It's the mix of smugness and brittleness that comes through. Underneath the confident misogyny is a man feeding it with any sexist bullshit he reads online, because the moment he stops is the moment he has to admit how far off the reservation he's gone.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because unremarkable coffee.
There is a quiet sort of awful to these slice of life strips. It gets under your skin, and just winds up worse the longer you think about it.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Indiana Death Song.
The cast now looks like they should be in a Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie, and no, not as victims.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I don't know what I'm doing, but I gotta get things done, son.
The worst part of the hivemind is how much it celebrates its own awfulness.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Daylight Titans.
Sometimes the Sitcom from Hell really winds up emphasizing the last part.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because she's got spiders inside her head.
In the past, pregnancies such as this were bad enough in their blatant design to let Muir indulge both his emotional need to make Captain Mitty a paragon of virility and his barely-hidden breastfeeding fetish. But now that he's fucked up the cast's ages in the manner he has, it becomes a tangled mess that demonstrates what an absolute shambles he's rendered his fictional universe. Remember, aside from aging up the daughters to the point where the year they would have been born is before not only their original in-universe births but before their parents' original in-universe marriage, he's also retconned Sam's age outright once, and I'd argue he's been messing with it subtly since then.
All of which this latest plot puts on display. Not that he cares. I await in a few years when Sam is pregnant again, along with one of her daughters, and one of her granddaughters, who was born three years ago in strip, and is now suddenly eighteen.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because everybody wants to be a cat.
Every time something like this happens, we get reminded that he can't draw attractive characters and he can't write likable characters.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because people everywhere just want to be free.
A reminder that when this work is not being terrible and vile, it is merely being bad.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because that's ominous.
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Like I said, the worst possible thing to replace his old bad politics with.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Barry Sanders.
It says something that Muir's repudiation of his former politics is based on the worst possible alternative.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because spring collection.
It's fascinating to see Muir's old Clinton hatred mixing with his newfound whiny white supremacism. He always a racist misogynist, but listening to online nutbags has really sent him into very strange directions.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because salted caramel.
I'm starting to imagine Ian as a hideous monstrosity from beyond time and space.
To be fair, I'm only going off his girlfriend.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because citrus.
Muir's little delusional world manages to be insane while being pretty dull at the bottom of it.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because neat, sweet, petite.
We are reaching 'dissolve the electorate and install a new one' suggestions in this strip.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because roundabout.
Obviously, the proof of how severe the problem is lies on how the media isn't reporting this. The absence of evidence is the evidence.
Yes, that's where Muir is right now. At the point where the things that show what he thinks is wrong have become proof to him.
I considered going into the 'why do they care about the elections when they view themselves as a sovereign state?' but again, Muir has pretty much killed that plotline at this point.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because do the mashed potato.
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The thing that gets you over and over is that he thinks this is clever.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Ophelia.
I swear, the robots just get more ridiculous every year and a flashing neon sign that shows just how badly this strip has lost what little cohesion it had.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because fruit bat.
After the horrors of the late Solomon Grundy, I do wonder what hideous thing Ian is going to look like, because well, that's what Muir draws now.
I mean, Mia looks like Cousin It in the last panel.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because who's up for golf?
Ahh, look it's Muir's obsessions with bad attempts at softcore that demonstrate his bad grasp of anatomy and tortured French Revolution analogies that demonstrate his bad grasp of history. It's odd how they'll frequently show up together.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because tilt-a-whirl.
It's kind of interesting to watch Muir's crazy conspiracy theories being filtered through his tendency to dress himself up in a higher culture he doesn't understand.
Kind of.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because marbles.
Ahh, the brittle toughness of guy who talks up fights that he's knows will never happen. Oh, well. As regards Puller, I'm sure Chesty would be thrilled that a homegrown fascist who carries water for foreign dictators was misquoting him.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because you're back at Terrapin Station for good or ill.
He's not only comparing immigration to the Holocaust, he's doing so while creating a conspiracy of evil Jews behind it. And while viewing himself as being persecuted by Nazis.
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I'm trying to decide if this is a new low in his antisemitism and anti-immigration racism. I'm leaning towards 'yes', but he's hit so many lows in them before it's getting hard to track.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because trumpet.
Sometimes, Muir makes a strip like this and you know he's just throwing out someone else's racist bullshit, at best slightly repackaged. Because for all that he likes to imagine he's a bastion of stability, the fact is, it doesn't take much to get Muir to swallow racist crazy.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Bird and War.
Muir's eternal declaration that his racist awfulness and desire to kill the government show what a patriot he is has become predictable as it is risible.
