What A Twist... Is What I Would Say If This Wasn't Completely Predictable.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Knowing Me, Knowing You.

You know, as everything goes exactly as we expected, it's worth noting that Muir's immigrant hordes are essentially depicted with the photographic negative of Muir's own sexual hangups. Where Muir depicts his own obsession with women's bodies as simply natural, and his own misogyny as a proper views arrived at through reason, the hordes are dangerous, reactionary sexual threats. Because, of course, in his mind, Muir can't see how he'd be a threat to women, while being unable to imagine his immigrants as anything but just that.

*Sinister Musical Sting!*

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because jump for my love.

There is something simultaneously creepy, comical and pathetic about the way that once you enter Muir's 'Not White' spectrum--aside from a few tokens so he can 'not racist'--you're just part of an indistinct blob that he imagines as functionally identical, a brown-skinned wrecker who just wants to rape and ruin. Indians look just like Mexicans, look just like Muslims, because, well, they're all about the same, right?

An impoverished view from an impoverished mind that imagines dragging the entire nation down to its level would strengthen it, instead of ruin it.

She's Proud To Be A Nativist Southerner, Yes, She Is!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because James Nasmith.

At this point, I'm starting to wonder if we're about to get the revelation that being Irish is no longer sufficiently White in the Muirverse.

Admit it, it tracks.

A Mind Stuck In Third-Rate 1980s Sex Comedies.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because a gun of the long-ass variety.

At this point, "Muir's mind is stuck at the age of twelve" isn't a thesis, it's the essential key to understanding a good 3/4s of the strip.

I Thought Zed Was The Mayor Now.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because when the stars start to align, I hope you take it as a sign that you will be okay.

It's astonishing how much of the strip now are these bizarre battles in pseudo-law which have in their root Muir not knowing what the fuck he's talking about but imagining he does.

Let Us Stare At The Fractal Wrongness.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day.

...

Muir is apparently confusing the religion of Hinduism with the ethnicity of South Asian Indian, as obviously, no, no Hindus are Muslims, but yes, some Indians are.

Muir Doesn't Understand How Things Work, He Just Knows Racism Has To Be Right.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Magic Bracket.

Sadly for John Blood, he doesn't realize that in DbD, villains can only fail, and not be as clever as the main cast.

And that last bit is tough, because the main cast are so fucking stupid.

Truly, This Is The Defining Issue Of Our Day.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Battle 4 Atlantis.

It's been somewhat surreal, watching Muir pull out his Islamophobia at full strength, seemingly just so that he can feel triumphant about something, anything.

Talking Like Hicks Is What They Do.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Maui Invitational.

Sometimes the extent to which the cast has a flattened effect gets to you.

He And His Hot Pretend Wife Are Having LOTS Of The Sex!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because no, you don't get bleeding wafers with it!

Won't lie, while remaining quite icky, this is getting quite sad.

Also, Howler Monkey Face sighting in the first panel, though it's easy to miss with all the other awfulness there.

Well, Ick.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Anabasis.

And Muir's inner desire to do hardcore has flamed hideously to life. 

This one seems to be having problems showing up. That's... no great loss, and frankly if you want to skip it, trust me, you're not missing much.

Muir Rails Against An Imaginary Threat.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because an ode by any other name I'm sure would read more sweet.

"Why don't women realize that Muslims are all evil and want to destroy their rights, and support my platform to abolish their right to vote to save them from themselves?"

He Reiterates White Men Are Awesome, And Also Put Upon.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because that was also the night that the skeletons came to life.

Aside from being a good demonstration of how Muir still understands vaguely, that the Nazis were bad, even if he is well, pretty much a Nazi now, and pushes a Nazi platform, this is also a good example of his tendency to blather like an idiot about history in the manner of Cliff Claven. It's fascinating how his arrogance in these matters is only matched by his ignorance of them.

Get It? Get It? He's Proud Of Being White!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because then what's the show?

Ahh, yes. Surely it is simply a case of white men having innate virtue. It can't be that the Founding Fathers lived in a time where white male property owners had such considerable advantages that they naturally made up the leadership of the Revolution. Why, what's next, saying that there were women and Blacks who contributed?

There were women and Blacks who contributed to the Revolution. Quite a lot, really.

Muir Shows Us You Can Always Get Worse.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because my TVC-15.

Won't lie, I'm waiting for Muir to start letting Holocaust denial seep in at this point.

Who Could Have Seen It Coming?

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because flambe.

I've said it before, and I will say it again--Muir's appearance of fanatical loyalty to any individual is always a pretense. It is a lie he tells himself and others because he wishes to be seen as a man with such loyalty, following an individual worthy of such loyalty. It's never about the idol, it's about Muir, and whenever it seems to Muir that sticking with it is no longer worth it, we get bits like this great anime betrayal.

Man, If You Let People Call Nazis 'Nazis', Who Knows What Will Happen?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because happiness was just a word to me.

Muir blubbers about the poor Groypers.

Who frequently admit that they're Nazis. I think it's safe to say he's lost the plot.

Muir Snarls At The Treacherous Jew!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because have I told you lately that I love you?

...

Won't lie, there's something very 'That tracks' about the revelation that Muir's the male equivalent of a crazy cat lady.

At A Certain Point, You Wind Up Purging Everybody.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I live here in Kill City, where the death rate meets the sea.

It's interesting to note the clear line between the first bit, where Muir indulges in his typical fantasy that really, all the Left are just as racist as him, and also, immigrants are subhuman, and also, this sort of shit would work, and the second, where he furthers the plot with some real... weird stuff. And also starts grumbling that Il Puce just isn't enough of a Nazi for him.

All Is Still Well!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Gavadon only slept.

We get the vanished strip, and this was obviously supposed to be the first strip in this series. My suspicion is Muir  moved this around so that Sunday's could be the big announcement of what this all means. Of course this all just underlines how much DbD Trump doesn't resemble actual Trump, so... yeah.

All Is Well.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because boilermakers.

A cartoon vanished prior to my writing this, (which is why we have suddenly transitioned to them talking to Trump on the phone with no setup) because Muir wrote about releasing the Epstein files, just as everything happened. (And it was quite clear prior to this that we'd gotten two strips because Muir was hurrying to produce a new strip for the series which "proved" this was all lies.) He is having to adjust more and more for the reality of the second Trump admin, and it is breaking him.

Back To 'Just Normal Father Stuff'.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because skull ring.

A reminder that the entire Nazi-esque interval we just suffered through was supposed to be a logical outgrowth of Captain Mitty grumbling about his daughter wanting to screw someone he doesn't approve of.

Sam Finds Zed's Beliefs Intriguing And Wishes To Subscribe To His Newsletter.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because into the flood.

What's fascinating in this strip is the clear feeling that Muir resents that spouting Nazi beliefs and proposing Nazi policy gets people from all over the political spectrum saying that he's a Nazi now.

So Muir Also Doesn't Know How Fast Food Franchises Work.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the most merciful thing in the world I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.

You know, there are multiple levels of fail here... from Muir clearly feeling the people in general and women in specific should support the plan that would destroy their power to vote, to his supporting the system of the franchise that fell apart during the first generation. The generation of the Founding Fathers themselves are the ones who changed this. Which I guess finally gives Muir his eternal Communist enemy, albeit for a very loose definition of Communist.

The Sudden Reappearance Of Sam's Hideous Sandwich.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Robby the Robot in Forbidden Planet.

You know, some things in DbD always reoccur. Sam is always eating the same ugly sandwich every now and then. And Muir is always proposing that the Republicans are secretly working for the Democrats because they won't go full ethnic cleansing and white supremacy, with a side order of repealing women's suffrage.

Both show the deep flaws of this strip, in their own way.

"Wimman, Get Me A Sammich!" Is Clearly The Answer.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because flibbertigibbet.

...

This is just so fucking sad on so many levels.

Muir Reiterates That Cities Are Decadent And Weak, And Must Be Culled!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Tuxedo Kamen.

As Muir indulges in his usual anti-urban bullshit--those blue cities pay for their red states not the other way around--it really has to be emphasized that what's brought this on is losing the elections Tuesday. Muir has to explain that none of this matters and it's all pretend, because otherwise, he might have to admit that Il Puce's administration is being punched back by reality hard after only a year in. So screaming and self-genocide proposals. His usual bullshit, alas.

More Proof That Women Are Naturally Inferior, And Cannot Be Allowed To Make Choices, He Explains.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because everyone knew her as Nancy.

You know, this would always be a good example of Muir's being blind to how he ironically undermines his own statements, this huge helping of misogyny attempting to pretend that it's about protecting women's rights. (With that extra-helping of bigotry, of course--Mamdani, a man whose own Muslim wife certainly doesn't wear a hijab, much less a burka, is apparently going to make non-Muslim women wear the most conservative form of Muslim female garb, because that's just what Muslims do.)

But the proceeding plotline just further underlines how full of shit Muir is. Muir's the one who wants repression for women and views them as lesser. He only objects to Muslims doing it because they aren't his people. And he doesn't see that because he's completely incapable of self-examination.

And Frank Frazetta Has Reached The Earth's Core.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because hammer into anvil.

There's something to be said in how this sloppy, sleazy strip that demonstrates Muir's inability to write the sex comedy he's so fond of with any skill is still a temporary relief from the damned fascist family drama plotline that's been going on.

Though we still get a reminder that the Compound's family dynamics are just weird and creepy.

Is His Heart Just Filled With Neutrality?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because you can go your own way.

...This is such a deeply pathetic plotline.

Just Healthy Parenting.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because this will be our year, took a long time to come.

It's always bleakly amusing when Muir remembers Sam's an engineer only for that to mean something utterly bizarre like this. Because only engineers make horrible puns, or something.

"Inferior Filth, Imagining They Need Food!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Baylor Bears.

In the middle of Muir's fantasizing of being the wise paterfamilias dealing with his wayward daughter, and her silly feelings, we get Muir doing some fairly typical racist, classist horseshit. "Welfare benefits are an addiction" ranks right up there with "Welfare is actually slavery" among the idiotic and frankly vile things Right wingers say to convince themselves they're the good guys, really.

Boy, Remember When This Was A Lousy Office Comedy Strip With Bad Political Humor?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because don't let the sun blast your shadow.

This is the strip now. This ludicrous soap opera based around Muir's pathetic wish fulfillment alter ego dealing with things that aren't happening, as Muir spits Nazi filth and grumbles that he's still got it, or at least, his imaginary version of himself does.

"They Are Benighted Peasants, Who Do Not Understand The Glory Of Right Thought!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because News of the World.

This smug nonsense coming from a man who has to pretend reality isn't happening.

Frank Frazetta Turns Even Faster In His Grave.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because take my hand, precious Lord.

You know, I was looking back at the past, and in 2017, while Muir was definitely avoiding dealing with the real Trump administration, he was still largely writing political strips, not this 'Nothing is happening, all is well' slop. I do think this go-around is just further breaking him, in some quiet little way.

Frank Frazetta Turns In His Grave.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the Cardinal of Bottles.

And having flirted with the political world that actually exists, albeit in a greatly distorted form, Muir goes back to just playing paper dolls with all his by this point close to identical female cast.

"We Are Totally Winning All Things, Because We Have To Be! We're Assholes!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Cambria cannot yield.

As Muir once again fantasizes that his cast are besties with his version of Trump, we see him vaguely comment on the tariff policy, which cements that Muir doesn't understand tariffs, as he seems to think that foreign nations pay them, instead of... well, companies that import things and ultimately, the consumer.

But then, it's blustery and mean, so Muir is certain it has to work.

Time To Pull From The Stock Poses File.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because behold the putz.

And one of the grand laws of DbD, if Muir does something halfway successful, he will usually drag the damn thing out so the joke gets old, weird and awkward. Which gets me to what I promised yesterday.

Why is Muir tossing out this bizarre robot subplot now, interspersed with snippets of his usual argle-bargle, gobbledygook f'hoy crazy talk? Two reasons. Firstly, the robots don't have much to do in a universe where the evil gubmint forces aren't bearing down on the Compound. The second? Muir is once again lost at sea with an actual Trump administration in power, especially one that refuses to produce the magic wins he wants. Oh, he'll chuckle when Trump announces some wannabe dictator bullshit that "owns the libs", but as those policies invariably keep stumbling out in the wild, they're not something he wants to deal with. So we get endless weird, pointless stories from the Compound, as Muir tries to figure out what to do next.

Well, At Least It's Not More Ranting That The Poor Are Subhuman.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the Hello.

I'd have to admit, that got a chuckle out of me. Sure, it was the uncomfortable sort that a lot of 1980s sex comedies get in their goodish bits, but it was a chuckle. Muir used to have at least one decentish comedy strip a year. That's fallen off of late. I actually have a theory why we're seeing this now--hell, why we're seeing this entire plotline now, but I think I'll explain that tomorrow.

Or this will take a veer to the horrific, and I will push it into the future. Let's wait and see.

Sam Wants To Recite Fourteen Words.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because A Knife Will Cut for Anybody.

A reminder that the people he's declaring weak and un-American are the ones who beat the assholes who believed things very much like this utter shit eighty years ago. As the guys like Muir sputtered that we were wrong to fight the glorious Third Reich.

But that's the thing with fascist filth. They're whiny little wretches under all the bluster, as this entire mass of hatred, cowardice, lies and projection trying to masquerade as patriotism demonstrates. 

The Only Thing Better Than Misogyny To Muir's Mind Is Misogyny Mixed With Racism And Classism!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because They Can Only Hang You Once.

Jesus fucking Christ.

...

Remember, folks, if you're poor, Black, and speak with a dialect, it's a sign of how inferior you are.

As opposed to White folk with dialects, who are of course, good and virtuous.

Also, the poor are inferior and deserve to starve. Doing this won't have any negative repercussions at all. It can't! How can society need people who aren't well-to-do? How? 

The Important Thing Is Misogyny Is The Answer To Everything.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Too Many Have Lived.

There is something so fucking pathetic about this.

So.

Fucking. 

Pathetic.

Chester Gould Cuts Out The Moon Men.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because A Man Called Spade.

I can't help but suspect that Muir has decided the robots are becoming something a burden and a distraction to the story, and this is an effort to at least partially sideline them.

It's more elegant that the entire Gunpowder secession just suddenly not being a thing. Alongside the Gunpowder gold depository. Remember the gold depository? I'm not sure Muir does.

"...What Does That Even Mean?"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Maltese Falcon.

Man, it's like Muir came up with the vaguely sexist insult that would say 'Dems suck' and never even thought any further, so it comes across as bizarre and meaningless, the equivalent of the White House reps saying "Your mom" to everything.

Yes, they're doing that.

Projecting As Always, Muir.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Three Dimes.

A decade and a half ago, a proportionally tiny group of astroturfed assholes proclaiming health-care tyranny with racist signs were the voice of the people. Now, a significantly larger group of grassroots protesters proclaiming tyranny tyranny are just whiny losers. 

A part of me thinks what fuels Muir bullshit is there's some portion of him that knows he'd perfectly happy with the right sort of dictator and assumes that his opponents are just like him.

Sitcom From Hell, 2025 Edition.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Death and Company.

Man, haven't seen Javier for awhile. Amazing for the guy who literally provides the Compound with all its ludicrous tech. And it's interesting to see that now Muir draws him as this strange distorted goblin figure, no doubt partially because, well, he hasn't drawn him for awhile.

As I keep noting it's fascinating how Damon and Jan, once a major part of the strip, have all but disappeared, and those characters connected with them are seen even less. (A reminder that Javier has a sister.) As I've noted before, a modern day Barney Google.

Even More Happening.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Farewell Murder.

There's something truly grotesque when Muir tries to present his protagonists as fundamentally chivalrous and better than their degenerate opponents, as well, they're living in the world Muir built and, yeah, he's actually cool with the degeneracy, as long as it's done on his terms.

Still Happening.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Fly Paper.

At this point, I'm fairly certain the Kentucky Gentleman is telling Muir this is a brilliant move, top notch.

...That Happened.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Dain Curse--Black Riddle.

...

If you were writing a work of fiction where a cartoonist did a strip that revealed all his deep-rooted psychological issues...

It'd be this, but more subtle.

Robotic Wimmin, Am I Right?

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Dain Curse--Black Honeymoon.

...

As we stare at this mass of cliche and awful, I feel obligated to note that even in the days when the entire female cast was not defined by wanting to sleep with Zed or a Zed substitute if that is inappropriate, a disproportionate chunk of the cast did want to sleep with him, after Muir introduced the young female intern who had 'wants to sleep with Zed' as her sole character trait.

This made it into 2/3rds of the female cast, because DbD had a teeny cast in those days.

Well, That's Going Creepy Places.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Dain Curse--The Hollow Temple.

Remember when all the women in the cast DIDN'T want to fuck Zed? Boy, that was a long time ago, wasn't it?

They Live In A World Of Catty Robots.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Dain Curse--Black Lives.

Yeah, no, you don't follow the Three Laws, Jo. We've seen you whack guys, so if you're following them, you have some Nazi definition of what human is.

(Amusingly, one of the first Robot stories had scientists dealing with a robot that could read minds, and the point was made that its adherence to what it imagined was how to follow the Three Laws in that situation turned it into a gaslighting liar. And ultimately made it break down.)

Yet Another Failed Attempt At Plot Begins.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because This King Business.

You know, commenting on all that 1930s style dialogue really underlines this for me... we know that Muir's a classic comic nerd. He's had Sam dress up as Miss Lace, after all. A part of Muir doing plotlines like this is about running the sort of classic adventure stories that Terry and the Pirates, Wash Tubbs, and The Gumps used to run. And I will not fault the man for ambition.

The problems are manifold. Muir has not advanced as either a writer or an artist to make such efforts work, and is in a situation where, as I've noted, he will not advance, basking in the praise of an uncritical audience that applaud everything he does. Then Muir's politics color everything, by design, so we wind up with stories where the text is bad, and the subtext is worse. This strip is as delirious as Late Chester Gould Dick Tracy without ever having been, well, Golden Age Chester Gould Dick Tracy.

It's honestly kind of sad.

Muir Saying "Isn't Captain Mitty Coooool?" In A Whiny Voice.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Red Harvest--The 19th Murder.

I've said it before, but sometimes the extent to which Zed and his vast network of imaginary ex-special forces asshole buddies wind up illustrating how very pathetic Muir's fantasy of masculine power is just... gets you.

And Now The Snuffy Smith Accents Come Out.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Red Harvest--Dynamite.

Ahh, the bit where Muir channels old 1930s strips badly.

Joy.

"Remember, Us Threatening Them Is Good And Fine, It Ever Happening The Other Way Around Is Evil."

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Red Harvest--Crime Wanted - Male or Female.

Given that this little rant masquerading as a conversation is pretty much all things Muir's hypocritically ranted at before, I'm going to focus that even though Musk is now well into his unpersoning, Muir keeps up with the cybertruck, hinting at some residual fondness and hopes that Elon shall return from his exile. 

"Imagine, A Government Ramming An Unpopular Bill Through!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Red Harvest--The Cleansing of Poisonville.

Muir's very pronounced anglophobia. Always... odd to see.

Muir Feels Smug And Superior About Hating Modern Culture And Football.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Main Death.

I won't lie, there's something deeply amusing about the Right's endless wingdings about pro football these days, bigoted whiny scolds screaming at everyone else for having fun, and also, how can you say them being mean shitheads isn't fun, sn-snowflake? On some level, you think they feel it, that they have not only made themselves into precisely what their enemies said they were, but also what they said their enemies were at the same time.

Julius Streicher Wipes A Single Tear Away Down In Hell.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because $106,000 Blood Money.

Muir finally notices the shutdown to give his batshit, racist, completely deluded by his handlers views...

And that fucking second panel, another thing for my now massive 'Yes, Muir is an antisemite now' pile.

See? Dey Pedos!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Big Knock-Over.

I won't lie, not only do we have Muir's standard 'accusing others of being pedophiles with the jailbait character he created to get horny over', but at this present moment, the strip is badly out of step with what's happening in the real world.

It's Da End A Da Woirld.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Creeping Siamese.

Won't lie, there's something both amusing and disturbing about how Muir went from an AI-booster, to an AI-skeptic, to a ranting AI-paranoid in a fairly short period of time. As I keep noting, pliable as ever. (Though part of this seems to have been spurred by realizing that he was among those being ripped off, so... good on him? Maybe? Look, it's Muir actually acting in his own interests for once instead of just placidly assuming his fascist and corporate overlords are on his side. The problem is so much of his basic functions have rotted to this present level of crazy.)

And Now Normal Husband-Wife Stuff.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Gutting of Couffignal.

I know I keep commenting how pathetic this is, but, well, that's because it's so very pathetic.

Just More Normal Father Stuff...

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Dead Yellow Women.

...You know the layers of awful here are kind of impressive, like a sort of parfait of insane bullshit. Muir's unsettling ideas of how parenthood should function giving way casually to his batshit conspiracy theories about the Evil Conspiracy of Evil.

Just Normal Father Things.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Corkscrew.

On some level, Muir is puzzled about what to do with the twins because having them move on to new guys means giving up this portion of Captain Mitty's fantasy life where he is the eternal daddy to a pair of womanchilds who never really grow up.

Angry Old Man Shouts At Cloud.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Scorched Face.

The horrible sense of an obnoxious old man who never managed to stop being an obnoxious twelve year old at heart, in all the worst ways. No childlike sense of wonder. Just a smug conviction that you are right, you deserve everything you want, and anyone who is different than you is stupid and stuff.

You Know, Just Relatable Human Situations.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Whosis Kid.

...

My Favorite Martian did this sort of plot with more depth and thoughtfulness.

Ahh, man, now I've made myself sad about Ray Walston. And he's been dead for over twenty years now.

He Imagines This Is A Christian Sentiment.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Mike or Alec or Rufus.

So there are three major things to unpack in this--first of course, is Muir's always self-righteous version of God-bothering, where bigotry and awfulness are part of what mark you as the chosen and where you are being so persecuted, man, for this, which shows you're a For Real And True Christian.

The second is how this is a good example of the Romans' weird status in Muir's Right Wing Pop History mind. They're to be respected, some of the time, because Western Civilization, but only some of the time, because the Decadence, and also, Bad to Christians. In essence, they don't get the love the Spartans get, because Muir doesn't see them doing That One Cool Thing.

The third, of course, is that Muir's still trying to make Teeter a thing.

He Spouts Drivel, And Thinks It Is Wit.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Who Killed Bob Teal?

There's nothing particularly surprising in Muir's latest bit of fascist projection. Muir panics, as he has been panicking, at the sudden discovery that bullets can kill people like him too, and from this spawns vast armies of deranged leftists out to kill him and his. He points to a group of fundamentally apolitical sociopaths, and screams that they are leftists, yes, yes, they are. He talks about people who hate Americans, and what he means is people like him, white male fascists, because those are the only real Americans in his mind and everyone else is just pretending. And from there, we are treated to Muir describing his imagined foe, and coming up with himself, yet again, and then spouting bizarre misogynistic nonsense that he seems to think is political theory.

What's coming through in all this is how little Muir is enjoying this presidency. Because victory is always hollow since it never gets him all the things he wants--which are impossible--and because even a good portion of the things he wants are stupid and self-defeating, getting those tends to result in reality starting to hit, first a little, and then very hard.

And he's never learned. Not a bit.

Well.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Golden Horseshoe.

I reiterate, the robot sex fetish is just so weird.

The Sharp Mind That Runs This Thing On Constant Handouts From Wealthy Friends!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Women, Politics, & Murder.

Sometimes it's underlined that Muir made Skye worse when decided to fix her and make her a Right Winger.

And she was pretty horrible before that.

Eva's Going To Devolve Into Abstract Shapes In Response To This.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Girl with the Silver Eyes.

In my mind, Skye has become some grotesque creature whose appearance destroys sanity and that's why we haven't seen her for two strips in which she has been talking with her own daughter.

Free Speech! Except When Muir Doesn't Want It!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The House in Turk Street.

As we watch Muir reiterate that he wants absolute licence for he and his, absolute submission from everyone else, let's just consider that last line.

Muir has regularly fantasized about killing those he doesn't like. But that doesn't count. Because he got reminded that he is mortal and bullets don't care about what your politics are, so now he's gonna pearlclutch, try to pretend that it's his opponents who are like that, not him, and in essence, desperately pretend to the moral high ground. Because the civil war and bloody purge weren't supposed to carry the risk of being one of the people getting killed.

Remember, Their Guns Are Bad Guns!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because One Hour.

...In so much as this strip is intelligible, it is Muir's putting a brave face on his deep terror on the realization that guns work for whoever pulls the trigger.

Drum Roll Please.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Zigzags of Treachery.

Has Muir done one of his patented about-faces on Ukraine, because Trump hasn't solved the war magically and Zelenskyy hasn't been revealed as as sinister criminal confederate of the pedoelite?

There's something both hilarious and depressing in that.

...Uh... Huh...

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Night Shots.

...

Remember what I was just saying about Muir's whole robot thing just being so completely bizarre?

Yeah, that was prophetic.

Anyone Who Isn't Willing To Completely Debase Themselves Clearly Wants To Kill Him. He Can Tell.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Tenth Clew.

The amusing thing is he doesn't get how gutless this comes off as.

"Remember, We Are Both Always Under Attack, Yet Completely Invulnerable!"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Bodies Piled Up.

Oddly enough, I'd say this strip underlines why Muir's having such a hard time dealing with the Kirk assassination. Muir loves the idea of being always under attack, but there must be no real threat there--the inferior Left exists only to do the most dastardly thing and be thwarted. Effortless victory is guaranteed. But Kirk's death is a grim reminder that this imagined guarantee does not exist. Kirk built his entire career on the illusion of it and the myth of the grim persecution that he and people like Muir like to imagine they face. But insisting that gun deaths are a sacrifice we must pay for the armed society doesn't keep you from being one, and irony will not shield you from actual violence.

That's an idea Muir hates, and so he's doing his best not to think about it.

They'll Use Firing Squads To Purge The Unworthy.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because It.

Watching Muir pretend to know things about the French Revolution will never not be grating.

Breastfeeding Fetish Ahoy.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Slippery Fingers.

...

...

They not only fail as 'Mother and daughter', they fail as actual women.

And It Really Came Together When Mom Racismed Along.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Crooked Souls.

Again, Muir thinks this is clever and witty, folks.

"Wese Smarts In Our Racism!"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Arson Plus.

Why does the Left persecute him so when he just wants to be awful and racist? It so fills him with fear!

Muir Insists He Must Overcome The Qualms He Insists He Has For The Umpteenth Time.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because English Summer.

We've seen this cartoon play out countless times--a character who's been happily all in on whatever's the latest brand of chicken-fried fascism, suddenly starts, out of nowhere, wondering if it's a good thing they're doing, and another character explains it as just and necessary as a result of the Left's evil, with copious mounds of Muir's patented projection, up to and including the projection of his projection. Usually, it's Sam and Zed, which of course, only makes it more awkward, because Sam's most consistent character trait is that she gets to be Muir's nasty cross-gender id, shrieking out all the things he wishes he could say in for-real public, instead of just in his weird little webcomic. But, frequently what he needs in those moments is for Zed to mansplain to his woman, and so Sam does a temporary 180 to allow him this luxury. This time it's the twins, and while it's slightly less awkward, ultimately, it's another illustration of how the hivemind exists not as characters but as puppets for Muir to speak his "Truths". If that requires you to just flip your personality for a cartoon, well, so it goes.

You'll notice I'm largely avoiding the politics of this strip. Not much to discuss, really. Just the usual vileness, and Muir being in this really awkward place as regarding the Kirk killing, which remains a difficult thing for him to parse.

More Stuff Happening In The World Where Muir Is Always Right And Always Wins.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Pencil.

Of course in real world Texas, where there are real Democrats, Houston has a Democratic mayor. But this is pretend Texas, where the opponents do flopsies for you. 

He Loves The Constitution So Much He Wishes He Could Regularly Shit Upon It.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Playback.

Freedom of association? Whut that?

Clearly Killing Half The Nation Is A Just And Proportionate Response.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Long Goodbye.

There's a certain level of bafflement in Muir's writing here that's obvious. He didn't plan for this. For all that he loves to wallow in his persecution complex, he also expects nothing bad to ever happen to his side, and when something bad does happen, it's supposed to be in a way that demonstrates how badass his guys are.

Not getting shot through the neck while making a racist wisecrack about mass shootings.

Remember, Girls Are Defined By The Boys They Like.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Ten Percent of Your Life.

Muir's inability to write women, folks.

He Thinks He's Witty.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Professor Bingo's Snuff.

You know the fascinating thing is the multiple level fail here--Muir imagining that this is witty and insightful. Then imagining it's something Trump would say. (Way too many syllables for him.) And then to top it all off, imagining that he knows what he's talking about--the "law" doesn't actually exist as a law, it's a roundtable proposal that has been angrily denounced by the public.

The Societal Equivalent Of Taking A Bath With Plugged-In Appliances.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Simple Art of Murder (1950).

...

When reality hits Florida, it will hit it hard.

So Much Mental Masturbation.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Little Sister.

As nauseating as that all was, it does wind up underlining why I think Muir is going to lose once again, and lose big. He's a pathetic cowardly bigoted bully who wants to be complimented for all that and turns into sulky whiner when that doesn't happen.

Not that it makes reading his desire to banish, imprison and kill everyone who disagrees with him any more pleasant.

Everything Is Always An Incredible, Unalloyed Victory, Always.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Blue Dahlia.

In the real world, of course, we are dealing with people noting how insane this is, and how we aren't even sure it happened the way the Trump Admin says it did. But in DbD, it's more hailing of Trump's awesome mind. This is what winning means now, though Muir will doubtless change it to something else in a few weeks as he continues to pretend many other things aren't happening.

Zed Can't Help It If All The Ladies Want To Jump Him.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Simple Art of Murder (1944).

Ahh, yes. Nothing unsavory about the fictional minors wanting to have sex with the fictional version of Muir. Why, he's not like those degenerates, like the Democrats! Remember Biden and all his degeneracy? So different from good ol' Trump.

Not Creepy At All.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Lady in the Lake (1943).

...

This is just sad.

Vigilante Justice Is What Makes The Nation Great.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The High Window.

You know Muir was dreaming about adding the word 'immigrant' to that headline.

This is of course, the fantasy, where child molesters are all sinister strangers who parents must keep at bay, instead of people the children know, including, quite frequently, parents.

"Thank Goodness We Have The Moral Beacon Of Mar-A-Lago To Balance It Out."

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because No Crime in the Mountains.

Has Muir mentioned that the country's leadership is laden with decadent filth? Yes?

Well, time to look at more of his badly-drawn pinups then.

Enjoy The Laughs As We Consider A World Of Things That Didn't Happen.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Farewell, My Lovely.

As I've said before, we once again are getting the weird delusional world of epic victories that don't happen in battles that are not even being fought.

The Name Of The Ship Is 'Toxic Masculinity'.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Bronze Door.

'Why can't I find a woman?' Muir occasionally asks himself.

They Cannot Protect Themselves From Those Sex-Crazed Savages.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I'll Be Waiting.

As Muir continues to insist that it's women's own fault that they're going to be mass-raped by Johnny Foreigner, we watch Sam continue to fail to be a real girl as she tells us that feminism was only ever a conspiracy, because things were great in the before times.

It's easy to insist the past was great when you just ignore everything bad that happened.

He Honestly Doesn't Realize What That Fucking Punchline Is Saying...

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Trouble Is My Business.

It says something that Muir uses the false racist rumor for why a Scottish girl was arrested for brandishing to transition into his old hobby horse of why women are responsible for the evil Muslim horde because of their leftist voting, letting in the evil Muslims, who... don't let women vote, one of the reasons they're evil, but not the main one, not doing it would be fine if it were done in the right way, which they just can't do.

Look, just don't think about it. Muslims bad, girls dumb and also bad.

Everyone Is Ultimately A Heretic.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Pearls Are a Nuisance.

All the damage Trump has done to higher education, and it still isn't enough for Muir, whose plan now appears to be "destroy all the things that the US's power is based on", followed by "insisting this happened because you didn't destroy enough when the nation suffers for it".

Never Forget Adrenochrome!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Big Sleep.

And another small fry crazy Right-winger whose name Muir has misspelled, though Elizabeth belongs to the 'once respectable(ish) journalist who got the brainworms' school. She's also largely a Canadian crazy, so I blame the shockingly significant Far Right Canadian contingent of the Peanut Gallery for this.

They All Know There's No One You Can Trust Like A Random Online Nazi.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Lady in the Lake (1939).

It's been fascinating over the years, watching Muir's praising ever more marginal figures on the Far Right. (You can tell how marginal Franssen is by the fact that Muir misspelled his name.)  Part of this has been Muir's shift to ever more-naked white supremacy--as I've noted, very little of Muir's actual politics have changed, it's just that he's grown more confident in his racism.

But only so confident, because that's another thing this strip underlines--Muir whines even when he's winning, because he wants a vague impossible victory where no one disagrees with him, and no one he doesn't like exists. Not only is it impossible because the path to it would be so horrific that things would collapse for his side well before they were anywhere close to completion, but if you were to wave a magic wand and give it to him, you just know it wouldn't satisfy. In a little while, Muir would be drawing new dividing lines to try and make sure there was an in-group and an out-group.

The ZOG Won't Catch Them Napping.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Bay City Blues.

So, it was the Democrats' plot to first weaken the nation with... a world-wide pandemic, then the vaccine to that pandemic, which would of course, be used the most by people who support them, because they're sheeple, and also...

I won't lie, the antivaxx shit just gets more incoherent every time Muir brings it up.

...Okay.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The King in Yellow.

I know I've said it before, but the shout-outs to fans keeping getting fucking weirder and weirder.

Everything Is A Government Conspiracy Against Angry White Racists.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Red Wind.

Ahh, yes. The government is somehow responsible for Cracker Barrel deciding its brand of kitsch-dining was declining and need a rebrand. And Land O'Lakes deciding to ditch its old logo.

Remember, if private companies make decisions Muir doesn't approve of, they're suddenly the government.

Always Be Whataboutin'!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Mandarin's Jade.

And that justifies changing the map midsession specifically to screw Democrats!

The amusing thing is that Illinois (and Massachusetts, for that matter) are not so much gerrymandered as have Republican populations that are dispersed in such a manner that they have a very hard time winning a proportionate number of seats in the House there. But, no, no, trusting in rural resentment can't have drawbacks, anything the Democrats do has to be illegitimate and if they win, it has to be because they cheated.

Also note that he says this after insisting they were crawling back before at Paxton's idiot threats.

Back By Popular Demand.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Try the Girl.

Ahh. Muir's breastfeeding fetish. Like the proverbial bad penny.

One Hopes She Wears Sunscreen.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Curtain.

First off of course, this is op piece that is in fact an interview that with one particular leftist, so not the opinion of the NYT, much less the Left as a whole.

Second it's both a bit rich and utterly typical that the guy who's proposed and backed coups when he loses insists that talking about making changes that range from 'utterly justifiable' to 'fairly well-reasoned' legally is some sort of insane woo-woo. But that's the thing--Muir is both ignorant and arrogant as regards the Constitution. It is both sacred writ that must never be changed, and ignore the fact that it has been changed, but also, window-dressing for the real Constitution that lets Muir do whatever he wants and sets all power at the county level, except when there's a Fascist running the show.

Old-Fashioned Family Values And Also Porn.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Goldfish.

 ...

So, apparently, the Twins are just staying at 18 for now.

I'm not surprised.

Love Is A Four Lettered Word.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Pickup on Noon Street.

...

If there's one thing Muir does reliably it's sleaze. Human relations and coherence he fails at, but sleaze, sleaze he can do.

Retcon A-Ho!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Man Who Liked Dogs.

When I first saw this, my immediate thought was, "no, that's not how it happened, we saw them meet Muir!" But then I realized, clearly at some point with all the retcons, that original DbDverse became a different one  than the one they inhabit now, in the manner that at some point in the 60s, the Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman that DC comics were publishing were agreed to have become the Earth-1 Silver Age characters, with the original Golden-Age adventures all having happened to the Earth-2 versions. After all, the twins were now born before their parents were originally married. We are clearly dealing with versions of the characters quite distinct from the originals.

So with that out of the way, let's just shake our heads at the stupid sexism of this fucking strip.

Muir Wants Us All To Know He's Racist And Proud Of It.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Guns at Cyrano's.

Won't lie, Muir reveling his own awfulness and the awfulness of the Trump administration is both tiresome and has the air of someone trying too hard.

Ah, He's Progressed To Open Slurs.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Spanish Blood.

Won't lie, even if I've long expected he'd get this blatant, this was still vaguely disquieting.

Oh, How He Does Yearn To Watch A Bomber Burn.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Nevada Gas.

And now he's mentioned his desire to see the cities of his own nation bombed. Especially the capital.

But remember, he's a Real Murican patriot, he is.

Remember, The Cities Have Been In Continuous Riots For The Last Decade And A Half.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Killer in the Rain.

Is something wrong with Sam, beyond the obvious 'She's an evil bigot'? She's in the exact same position as the last strip.

Every Battle Is Reported As A Triumph, And Then Undeniable Defeat Happens.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Finger Man.

This is a grand tradition of this strip. Struggles are always depicted as the mighty USA/Republicans/Right Wing smashing their foes utterly. Muir crows and shouts it will always be thus. But it isn't even thus when he's shouting it, and we either get him pretending the supposed great battle didn't matter, or (more and more these days) the collapse into out and out conspiracy theory.

Over and over.

Oh, Ian Exists Again.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Smart-Alek Kill.

And Muir remembers the subplot he let languish and essentially die. Though Mari, in honor of her faceless former love, turns into an abstract horror in the first panel herself, so yeah, that's a strip.

We Know He's An Asshole, Because That Conversation Didn't Send Him Rushing To The Exits.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Blackmailers Don't Shoot.

Sometimes Muir reminds you that he considers it oppression, not being able to be as much of bigoted prick as he wants. That awful shit is what he thinks dating in this country should be like.

Called It.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because For Your Love.

Heh. I knew it. Muir clearly wanted this guy to be Mari's new boyfriend... but the entire situation as written was having him interact, and showing surprisingly decent chemistry with Kiko.

So Muir did the obvious thing--scrap the entire plotline and then force things to go onto the expected path.

Right, Just Forget That Plot Was Happening. All A Dream.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because on a carousel.

Interestingly enough, while this superficially resembles Muir killing a plot via dream sequence because he can't let bad things happen to the cast, I'd argue this is more Muir killing a plot via dream sequence because he realizes well into starting it that it was a bad idea. Like Zed's short-lived twin brother. Or the time he was going to have Skye rape him.

So, That's His Car, Right?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Lonely Vigils.

...

Nothing like badly traced static drawings of cars to convey drama.

Is She Talking, Or Gawking?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Project A-ko.

...

This frickin' blocking, man.

So Apparently Kiko's Scar Has Spontaneously Returned.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because remember the Looney Tunes cartoons with the little flea prospector?

Obviously it would be a GOOD thing if she were being dragged off unconscious by her actual boyfriend.

Oh, that reminds me. It looks like the Ian protosubplot is dead and buried. And we never even got to see him.

Called It.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because George Montgomery.

It's not just the sheer laziness of the construction of this strip that gets me, it's lie at the heart of it. This is a crime that does not happen.

Oh, plenty of women get their drinks roofied. But not like this, not by mysterious strangers doing it for nebulous reasons that will doubtless be revealed as their inherent degeneracy. No, it is the crime of men who know their victims, at the very least a little. Entitled men, whose philosophy and gender politics are often very much like Muir's.

But of course, Muir's going to pretend otherwise. We're going to get another heaping helping of the man's projection.

"Time To Go Get My Virtue Threatened By The Untermenschen!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because yes, I can, yes, I can.

You know, after the lengthy build-up last time, it's funny to watch Muir rush to the chase and set up the inevitable sexual threat.

Really rush. I half expect to find he skipped a cartoon by accident.

Watching Them Once Again Fail To Be Real Girls.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Missile Command.

It looks like Teeter is joining 'weird alternate media thing run by a cast member' in the 'Plotline Muir keeps trying to run despite never being able to' bin. Remember how that visit to Teeter, after all that build up, turned into a tepid nothingburger that didn't so much end as it petered out?

Muir apparently doesn't. He's trying again.

Trying To Do Something With Teeter Again, I See.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because woeful.

It says something that when Muir intentionally writes his characters to be saying nonsense, they sound the same as always.

Apparently, The Thing That Was Over Is Now Extra Over.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because boysenberry.

Muir reminds us once again that there is no gender as oppressed as men, just as there is no race as persecuted as white people,

Oh, and apparently he's been on vacation somewhere.

So Many Howler Monkey Faces.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried.

They suddenly care about nudity now, apparently.

She Says This In An Unnatural Pose That Happened Because Muir Essentially Copy-And-Pasted Her.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Philip Marlowe.

The greatest irony of Muir splitting on the Techbros on this is, even as understandable as it is from him, he's almost like a human version of AI.

Right down to 'not being any good at hands'.

A Comic Strip Covered In A Thin, Oily Sheen...

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Citizen X.

...

There really isn't much to say about this one but ugh.

Muir Fails At Both Clarification And Titillation.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because gotta keep the devil down in the hole.

You know, Muir and I are both baffled by the going-ons of his fundraiser this year. The difference is I know I am, while Muir clearly thinks he's more or less got a handle on things.

Oh, You DOG, Muir. *Tired Eye Roll*

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Baby Lemonade.

As we stare at that belabored attempt at porn and wit, it's worth noting that something I think we knew was going to happen eventually has happened. Muir has come up short by his largely self-imposed deadline. (I say "largely" partially because I assume Muir has some bill to pay that has to be paid at a certain date, and partially because I suspect Muir organizes it this way based on some bizarre pseudo-legal nonsense that he's learned from his fellow crackpots.) Only a little short, so it's probably not going to have any real effect this time, but the fact remains--Muir's entire business model involves hitting up his tiny dedicated audience of cranks for this yearly thing, and, well, it's been quietly apparent for some time that they've been slowly, but steadily diminishing. Each year it takes a little longer to fill the kitty, and each year Muir keeps noting that they're behind last year. We might be heading to the end of the line, is what I'm saying.

Or maybe not. Only time will tell.

This Is Getting Quietly Alarming.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Jaffa Cakes.

Muir's got an almost magical ability to find ways to highlight his limitations as an artist. I mean, I look at that and I don't think 'How sexy!' I think 'How does Kiko's head even stay on in that position?'.

He Thinks This Is Witty. And Also, Sexy.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Alta Brea.

...

The last few days of the Begging Bowl get worse every year.

Homer Jay Simpson Is Taking Out His License To Ogle.

 It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Frankenstein, by the Dolls.

Sam explaining how all this is Natural and Cool and Sexy just underlines how off the whole thing is.

Her going full Howler Monkey in the last panel is the exclamation point.

And Right Back To Industrial-Strength Ick.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Secret Agent Man.

You know I mentioned Zed's weird thing with the twins, but this reminds you that Sam has the same weird thing, partially because she's just Muir imagining his ideal woman, who is essentially him, but in an exceedingly attractive woman's body. (Sam is supposed to be that, even if Muir's skills aren't always up to drawing that.) And partially because these are porn characters pretending they're not, so we get eternal porn scenario setups even when they're wildly inappropriate.

And Back To The Desperation Moves!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because take me back down to where cool water flows y'all.

It says something that Muir's going back to his usual sexist awful is something of a relief.

The Gulf Between Muir's Trump And Real Trump Continues To Be Wide.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Krazy Kat.

You know, it's always hard to follow Muir's crazy conspiracy talk. But when he does it bad Ole Timey Talk, it becomes all most impossible.

The Tsar Simply Needs To Be Reminded...

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Whispering Pines.

Muir allows some of reality to slip in to acknowledge his general frustration with Il Puce on the Epstein matter. It's fascinating how Muir almost seems to see the whole thing through a mirror darkly, as it were, trying very hard to downplay things as much as he can while acknowledging the base's anger. It underlines how detached Muir's been from what the Trump Presidency is doing this time. Part of it is, all the "wins" are things he doesn't care about, and even he can sense that the blowback from them is going to be catastrophic. Another part is that he can't get the things he really wants, because they're actively insane, but he refuses to acknowledge this, so we get huge conspiracies that he wants to see punished, thus adding to the pile of actively insane things he wants.

These Family Dynamics Just Keep Getting Weirder.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Powers of Darkness.

It's a strange fact that while Muir aged the twins up so he could draw them like this, aside from that he's had a hard time dealing with their new age. Especially because it's done... well, this to their relationship with Zed.

Kiko's Face Is Apparently Stuck Like This For Now.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Jemima Surrender.

There's something so sad in people paying for this.

Ahh, The Yearly Pay For Porn Pitch.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because seltzer.

Mari looks positively grotesque in that last panel. Both of them are sloppily done, mind you, but that pose... *shudders*

Muir Once Again Is Overjoyed To Reach A Goalpost A Bit Later Than The Year Before.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Little Pad.

Behind modern white supremacy is an endless line of mediocre men who are convinced that they've been cheated out of the prize they think they won by just existing.

While screaming about participation trophies.

The Extra-Desperate Pleading Starts Now.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because His Kind of Dame.

...

Do I have to say it again?

Every. Fuckin'. Year.

If It Weren't For Bad Faith, Muir Would Have No Faith At All.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because and man grew proud.

And now, Muir has reached the inevitable impasse as the result of believing in insane things. When your people are out of power, it's easy to convince yourself that naturally, the reason none of the bullshit you talk about is being found is evil coverups. But when you come into power and still nothing gets found, then people start muttering and reaching the obvious conclusion --you're people have been bought out by the sinister conspiracy of EVIL!

For now, let's sit back and watch them tear each other apart.

I Reiterate... Every... Fuckin'... Year....

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because wooooa.

And once again, Muir celebrates getting to his self-imposed deadline a bit later than the year before. And reminds he's the worst sort of Monty Python fan, the sort who thinks just repeating the jokes is funny.

Every... Fuckin'... Year...

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because and together we will fold, into the mystic.

And once again he finds he has to loudly beg because he's further behind than he was last year.

At some point, something has to give. But that point might be years away, so... let's suffer through.

Remember, Nancy Pelosi Is Old.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because bullseye.

It's nice to see Sam can spend her time chuckling over this nothingburger of a plot instead of... you know, worrying about that flooding in the state she lives in.

Ominous Musical Sting.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Song of the Petalars.

It's been five years, I think we've lapped multiple points where Muir insisted people who got vaccinated were going to start dropping like flies, his asshole side have gotten to play Russian Roulette with the public health and he's still putting out shit like this. Because Muir always has to feel like he knows the hidden secret truth, no matter who the fuck pays the price.

Damn, This Is A Lazy Strip.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because summer breeze, makes me feel fine.

You really get the impression that Muir's bored of this plotline and is going to try and wrap it up quickly.

It's Pronounced 'Lee-on' Actually.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the white knight is balancing on the fire poker.

Once again, Muir doesn't even bother to try with the designated baddie, who starts out by explaining that he exists solely to be humiliated, and to set up more terrible Terminator jokes.

The Pervert Nazi Says You're All Pervert Nazis.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because hear the magic, hear the roar.

...Again, the hypocrisy and projection of all this works on so many levels. This full 'every accusation is a confession' territory, especially because Muir is making all this shit up. It all comes out of his own head. Just think on that and shudders.

Even As One Gets Used To The Terminator Fixation, It's Still Unsettling.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Slithe, yes.

I think Muir's getting bored with this trip. We're starting to see filler strips.

The Terrifying Visages That Muir Thinks Are Sexy.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Boric Acid.

Muir's love for softcore is only exceeded by his incompetence at it.

He Just Keeps Piling Things On, No Matter How It Contradicts Itself.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because it's been surreal.

So, California is simultaneously a land ruled by hypocritical elitists reducing the populace to de facto serfhood, AND a place where the weak-willed moonbats in charge are taken advantage of by the locust-like immigrants they keep imagining are people. 

Once again, this is not compatible. At least not when both are carried the ludicrous extremes Muir is carrying things to here. If one or the other had been dialed down, it might be made to work within this fictional universe, albeit while still be racist propaganda. But now, once again, Muir doesn't even bother standing his straw men up, just plops them down and pretends "beating" this imaginary enemy proves something. It's the ongoing problem of the strip--his baddies not only fail to be plausible threats, they fail to be plausible at all.

The Dearth Of Imagination In Muir's Hellscapes.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the Broken Order to Standby.

So Muir's tossing his 'Blue States are the Real Dictatorships/Feudal States" and his "The LIBS WANT US TO EAT BUGS" nonsense together. Strips like this remind you he's such an odd man at the bottom of him.

Behold, The Decadent Cosmopolitans!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because fire me, boy!

And Muir immediately undercuts his whole "these are vile degenerate elitists' by having Skye remind us that the cast regularly enjoys just this sort luxury. But that's different. They're fascist white bigots, so they're the right sort of elite.

Stop Pretending You Know What Words Mean, Muir. We Know You Don't.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the slug.

For a man who loves to insist his opponents are just clowns repeating things they don't understand, well... 

Just look at all that.

Now We're Stepping Into The Twilight Zone...

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because all over you.

...

Muir is hitting new levels of deluded self-parody.

Muir Reminds Us That The World He Hears About On The News Terrifies Him.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because hold your head up, hold your head up, hold your head high.

I will say this, Newsom is the first person Skye is "interviewing" that would be dumb enough to accept her offer.

Muir Wants To Remind You That He Isn't Owned! He ISN'T OWNED!

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Smiley Smile.

...

There's something so fascinatingly pathetic about Muir constantly insisting that his foes are always and forever losing and on fire. 

It'll Be Just Like What Rabid Right Wing News Assures Him London Is Like.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because you got the teeth of the Hydra upon you.

The reminder that Muir doesn't want us to bomb Iran because he thinks those bombs should be used on domestic targets gets pretty flippin' stark.

The Appeal To Dimly Understood Tradition.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because a little show called 'Three's Company'!

Of course, it's been well over two centuries since Washington said that, but things don't change! That's why we still use medicinal bleedings for the flu, just like Washington did!

And with that said, Muir's been dwelling on these two chuckleheads for so long, I'm half convinced he's going to name them and turn them into regulars. They've already got the vile politics down.

That Antisemitism Shows Up... With An Extra-helping Of Prejudice.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Boston Beaneaters!

That's the thing with fascists when they take the isolationist stance. They'll always remind you, oh, yes, they are fascist.

Also, as usual it doesn't take much for Muir to regain his faith in Trump, even if it's clearly a lot more fragile than it used to be.

That's Not Really What They Said.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because strawberry peach.

It's somehow so on-brand that even when Muir almost makes a decent point, he still stumbles on the particulars and tosses in a couple examples from his Rightosphere past that don't really fit.

You Hate To See It, But More Than That, You Love To See It.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because that's Chairy!

As encouraging as it is to see Muir attacking Trump for betraying Muir's newly-held isolationist views, one has no guarantee it will last. And the other thing of course is that Muir holds these views in conjunction with (indeed, in support of) absolutely abysmal policies both foreign and domestic.

Which is my way of saying, I fully expect him to pull an antisemitism.

In Four Years, He'll Still Be Pushing Biden Conspiracy Theories.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because lightning strikes again!

I think this strip might just have hit DbD's record of not aging well. Even by this thing's standards.

Once Again, Every Frickin' Year.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because every napkin is a love letter.

Add Billy Wilder and Marilyn Monroe to the list of dead people who deserve a chance at punching Muir.

Every Frickin' Year.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Shia Surprise!

I see we've hit this time in the begging bowl period again.

After All, It's Not Like Other Nations Have Any Real Independence!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Family Plot.

Even when Muir takes a stance that isn't out and out morally bankrupt, he does it in a way that is ignorant, arrogant, and ultimately repugnant.

Calling For Ethnic Cleansing In The Streets, I See.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Frenzy.

You just know after creating that blood and soil filth, Muir's going to be explaining how the Left are the real racists, and also Nazis, in the near future. 

True Power Lies In Alienating Three-Quarters Of The Nation.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Topaz.

One wonders why he objects to the Taliban at all. And then you remember, oh, yes, the envelope test.

A Proud Vision Of Crapulence.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Torn Curtain.

This is how Muir interprets 'No Kings'. Just another excuse for him to whine about we just don't appreciate white guys like him who do all the stuff that keeps civilization running. Mind you, Muir doesn't actually do any of it, but he's sure he could. He's a white guy after all.

I leave you with images of Muir's imaginary white saviors all dying of exposure on Mars as their AI sexbots babble nonsense about generic Viagra.

Murderous Evil AND Anti-scientific Nonsense, All In One Strip.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Marnie.

It's not just the viciousness that gets you, it's the stupidity. This is a man proud of his own wretchedness, and boastful of his idiocy, whose response to being called a fascist is to prove the accusation completely correct.

You Bully Muir When You Don't Immediately Give In To His Every Demand.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Birds.

You know, one fascinating part of Sam's expansion pack past has been the ever-increasing number of incidents back in Japan where we keep hearing all this endless talk of Skye and Sam being bullied in some way that supposedly proves Muir's wretched worldview. Not only is it tiresome, but it's starting to remind me of the words of that great fictional lawman Raylan Givens, "If you run into an asshole in the morning, you ran into an asshole. If you run into assholes all day, you're the asshole."

Muir Keeps Saying Those Words. They Don't Mean What He Thinks They Mean.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Psycho.

Ah, yes, Muir dresses up in patriotism and has the cast that unilaterally seceded last year scream that they love the country.

And also tyranny. Which is the best sort of freedom to their mind.

No Notes.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because North by Northwest.

I don't know what amuses me more, Muir turning on the Techbros he's come to exalt on a subject that he rightfully sees as threatening his bottom line, albeit in the craziest most unhinged way possible, or him finding a way to blame California for it.

Muir Kinkshames In This Scenario.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Vertigo.

Muir getting on his high horse while wallowing. It happens a lot, but this time is extra-blatant.

And Now Back To The Sitcom From Hell!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Wrong Man.

This is literally all Muir can say about Ukraine's attack on Russia's airfields. "My cast did it first with magitech! Also boobies!"

In Which It Is Demonstrated That Muir's Inability To Draw Logical Conclusions Covers Everything.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956).

I think we're close to a decade of Muir noting that it's taking him longer and longer to reach his goal in the fundraiser, and he neither tries a different method of raising funds, nor tries to figure out why his audience is diminishing.

Also, damn it, is that pirate argot downright joyless. Most people have fun with that bit, but Muir, he's the guy trying to show how cool and with it he is.

...This Just Gets Weirder.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Trouble With Harry.

Seldom has a man revealed so much oddness so casually over such a span of days.

Muir Talks About The Cyber.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because To Catch a Thief.

It's funny to have the abandoned 'Sam as Mayor' plotline pop up again, because while part of what likely ended it was Muir's ever-increasing sexism and misogyny, another part seems likely to have been the simple fact that he had no idea what to do with the plot any more.

Only These Decadent Wreckers Are Keeping Trump From His Own Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Rear Window.

It's fascinating that Muir has remained more faithful to the idea that Putin can surely be talked around to things than Trump has.

Then again, Putin hasn't been actively humiliating Muir.

It's Right Next To The Bit About The Mandatory Presidential Hovercraft.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Dial M for Murder.

Muir has two modes these days, claiming that he's living under a hideous dictatorship whenever a Democratic government is in office, and calling for a hideous dictatorship whenever a Republican is in power.

Muir's Eternal Fascination With Robot Sex Jokes.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I Confess.

...There's something quietly astounding in how completely unfocused Muir is five months into Trump 2.0. It is, at heart, the same problem that he had the first time around, but multiplied. He has predicted triumph and been granted farce. DOGE unwound even as he was proclaiming it the bee's knees. The war in Ukraine that he kept insisting was just a Democrat grift has... well, kept going. The bill to keep Trump's worthless tax cuts may be advancing, but it's also a toxic stew where the GOP decided that yes, yes, they were going to stick their hand in the pot of boiling water. And so we keep switching between things like this and Muir looking for things to complain about.

Anything to distract him from stupid reality.

The Weirdest 'Totally Not Racist' Ever.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Strangers on a Train.

...That is truly the strangest 'some of my best friends are...' that this strip has ever produced.

And it's produced plenty of strange ones.

All The Smarm Of A Bad Burlesque Comic, With None Of The Charm.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Stage Fright.

It says something that even when you hand Muir good material he'll whiff it. Partially because he doesn't actually disapprove of eating expensive food, he just hates it when anyone who doesn't believe things like brown people and immigrants having rights does it, and so he mutters vague things about decadence and moves on. But the other thing he feels that whenever masculinity needs to be discussed, the rightness of his own toxic brand of it needs to be asserted as crassly as possible.

Needless To Say, No, It Does Not Back This Action Up.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Under Capricorn.

There's an embarrassment of awful riches here, from the bad cheesecake art, to the calls for dictatorship that demonstrate that Muir not only doesn't get what he's talking about, he doesn't know what he's calling for, to Kiko making said call in her standard '30s moppet talk.

It's just, man, does Muir pack in the awfulness this time around.

Has Muir Mentioned His Opponents Are All Degenerates Enough?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Rope.

It's so Muir in treating an fluff opinion piece as clearly an important bit of policy AND proof of how weak and inferior his opponents are.

Bonus points for confusing the UK for England, and not realizing the Shadow Cabinets are a common feature in many parliamentary systems around the world.

Mother-Daughter Bonding Over The Fourteen Words.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Paradine Case.

I will never stop being offended about Muir having his cast be so outraged about the fictional character he had killed by a fictional immigrant.

Muir Is Hip With The Youth!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Notorious.

I don't know what's more annoying, Muir trying to pretend he gets things or Muir indulging in his fetishistic hatred of the IRS, because in his dream world he gets all the benefits of government without having to pay for it, and also, the poor and minorities suffer.

The Weird And Woolly World Of Sex In This Strip.

  It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Spellbound.

As I've noted before, I've just learned to accept Muir's weird Arnold obsession. It's arguably one of the least offensive things about him. Just, as noted, weird.

Begging Bowl Time!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Aventure Malgache.

And Muir starts the begging bowl early this year after accidentally nearly starting it earlier. Same crass sleaze delivered badly as always. I'm kind of amazed he can find people willing to pay for it, but hey, whatever floats your boat, I suppose.

"So This Proves That They're The Actual Elitists!"

  It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Bon Voyage.

Muir's played this card so often that I think even he's forgotten how it's supposed to work. Endless shallow accusations and 'whatabouts", while Muir nods along with calls to give the rich more money and more power, only whining when he thinks they aren't his sort of rich people, white and racist.

A Rogue Biden Slam Appears!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Fighting Generation.

There's something low grade surreal in this entire... interval, Muir blatantly spinning his wheels and just not noticing how it not only looks petty and desperate but underlines what a complete failure of a fictional universe he's got, a strip where the heroes are completely unlikable and unrelatable.

You Da Bully!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Lifeboat.

Remember, it's bullying when people dare hit back. They're supposed to just let the right sort beat them up.

The Fact No One Is Talking About It Proves It's Real!

  It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Shadow of a Doubt.

He's really getting into this Nazi bullshit, these days. Not trying to hide it anymore, honestly.

The Dangers Of Using Neo-Nazi Statistics.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Saboteur.

As we all stare at that pile of racist crazy, I should state that while it's possible to get it so the percentage of the world's population that is 'white' is tiny like this, it involves such an incredibly tight definition of white that, well, makes your racism look extra racist,

Muir's heading towards "measuring heads with calipers" territory is what I'm saying.

Why Do They Have Any Obligations At All, They Ask?

  It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Suspicion.

Muir clearly thinks his cast is witty, wronged and deeply sympathetic.

Obviously, they are none of these things.

"Become The Racist Authoritarian Strongman The Country Clearly Needs, Mr. President!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

Note that the day after he accuses them of being race traitors trying to dilute the nation's blood, Muir whines how nobody noticed when the Democrats deported people. 

I've no doubt he has some paranoid way that both are true. Somehow.

Has Muir Mentioned Replacement Theory And How Democrats Are Race Traitors Recently?

  It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Foreign Correspondent.

...

It's been a thing, watching Muir get... well, not so much more racist but more openly racist, as well as shifting into out and out white supremacism.

Why Do You Persecute Muir With Your Hate Crimes?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Rebecca.

The man who fantasized about having his idealized self-portrait threaten the previous president declares the he doesn't understand why Dems are so violent man.

Pathetic. Just pathetic. It all just underlines how Muir, the man he reveres and the movement that's attached to the former are all the same. Thin-skinned, brittle-boned bullies who wallow in their own hypocrisy.

Muir's Fictional Shape-Changing Robots Prove His Point! Checkmate, Liberals!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Jamaica Inn.

It's not just the extent to which Muir is a bigoted ass that gets you, it's the extent that he doesn't even understand the topic he's talking about, and doesn't even realize what a terrible argument he's presented.

Has Muir Mentioned That Every Crazy Rumor About Democrats Is True Yet?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Lady Vanishes.

When ever Muir goes full 'paranoid conspiracy theory Mad Lib' I assume he's upset on some level by reality not doing what he wants, and so just does his version of a free jazz session to clear his head.

His pathetic, evil and talentless version.

Muir's Not Freaking Out! You're Freaking Out!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Young and Innocent.

As we watch Muir complain about a show we can be fairly certain he never watched and a version of Keir Starmer who doesn't exist, let's consider how easy it is to get Muir to agree with you. Just say that people aren't appreciating men enough and he's whinging his heart out and imagining that he sounds tough and sage-like.

Fear, Always Fear The Decadent Urbanite.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Sabotage.

The astonishing thing is that Muir is convinced that it's still 2020 in Portland.

Then again, as Eva demonstrates, time in DbD moves funny.

Ha! Threatening People With Death Proves How Not Fascist Muir's Politics Are!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Secret Agent.

The quietly hilarious thing in the middle of this fascist horror is that if there really were 72 million frothing at the mouth fanatics backing Trump's lunatic agenda, there would be well over double that number not backing it.

Then again, Muir has always assumed that his people count extra.

The Ever-Increasing Internal Enemies List.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The 39 Steps.

Muir screaming how his opponents are fascists and how they are all hysterical babies to see Trump as a fascist manages to hit a new level of fail by stating that the proof of all this is how the courts won't let Trump do all the authoritarian bullshit he wants.

All The Self-Awareness Of A Mollusk.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934).

The usual projection is bad enough, but once again, Sam and company strolled into town intentionally trying to rile people up, and people realize that. Like so much of Muir's moral universe, it's the stance of someone who, to paraphrase Bomber Harris, lives their life in the naive belief that they will attack everybody, but no one will ever attack them.

See, The Cast Doesn't Have To Do Anything To Win.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Waltzes from Vienna.

The extent to which the strip's straw leftists have devolved from merely bad caricatures into laughable creations who can't even stand up is revelatory. 

Endless Cheap Shots.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Number 17.

Has Muir mentioned that he views gender as binary and unchangeable, and that he hates the modern era of Star Wars? He has? Well, he's going to keep mentioning them, because these are important things to talk about, and not an old man yelling at clouds, revealing his pathetic bigotry and pettiness. That's what the Right Wing Noise Machine tells him.

Yawn.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Rich and Strange.

I'm going to take what little amusement I can in that Muir's efforts to play the moral crusader happen against the background of all his utterly bizarre sex quirks.

He's bad at this in a way it's tough to find.

Another Effortless Victory Against An Imaginary Foe.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Skin Game.

This trip to Teeter continues to underwhelm. I think Muir is running to the problem that he can't figure out where to go with this because he knows much as he's come to hate higher education, it's still something that his beloved Red States can't do without, which means accepting these accursed Blue cities.

And Right Back To The Loud 'Ugh'.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Mary.

And of course, Muir immediately follows his shallow show of tolerance--which, remember comes with a huge number of qualifiers in return for the most grudging version of it--with the most lurid anti-trans bullshit he can come up with.

Made extra-icky by the man's utter hypocrisy.

The Quiet 'Ugh' Of Muir Insisting He Isn't A Bigot.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Murder!

Wasn't quite where I was expecting Muir to go with this, but in the end, this has always been a staple of the strip, Muir insisting he doesn't object to liberals/Blacks/Hispanics/etc. so long as they're the right sort of... you know the drill. And that right sort is essentially a version of Muir who is one of the aforementioned. 

Because Muir can't handle people calling him an immature, hateful bigot, and so does things like this, which wind up underlining the whole matter.

Increasing Amounts Of Ugh.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Juno and the Paycock.

There's two prominent threads of Muir's misogyny and anti-queer bigotry here, both closely related. The first is Muir's quiet disgust that women would dare openly admit that they aren't always sexy. The second is that someone who he sees as a woman might use their bodily autonomy for things that might make him view them as 'not women', or at the very least 'not attractive women'.

Because Muir sees women as objects folks. It's what he does. And he's convinced himself this is the most respectful way to view women and anything else is just a dirty lie.

More Ugh...

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because An Elastic Affair.

The cast continues to suffer in a world where not everyone is almost exactly like them, and if they inflict themselves on people they don't like to try and pick fights, they will have to be reminded of this fact.

The horror.

...Ugh.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Blackmail.

Won't lie, I am quietly terrified of where he's going with this one.

"How Dare The Scum React To Behavior We Are Doing To Be Provocative!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Manxman.

And Muir's cast revel in their meaningless, effortless victory. Again.

Inferior Decadent Cityfolk! Daring To Respect Deviants!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Champagne.

I await Muir explaining that his cast having to treat others with at least a modicum of respect in public is some sort of hideous imposition, and a sign of the naturally inferior morals of the Leftist urbanites.

Oh, This Again.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Easy Virtue.

That is probably Zir, and if it isn't, is yet another gender-ambiguous queer hate-figure. It doesn't really matter, whatever the case it's going to be yet another hateful, utterly pathetic foe that the cast will trounce effortlessly because that's all they do, trounce ridiculous caricatures of what Muir imagines Leftism, immigrants and queer sexuality to be.

...Uh-huh.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Farmer's Wife.

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The shoutouts to fans are getting fucking weird.

Muir Continues To Not Get What Words Mean.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Downhill.

I assume Eva's also been magically aged up at this point, which means the condition is catching.

Also, ick.

"Ha Ha! Look At The Inferior Lib NPC!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Ring.

It says something that Muir's so marinated in his own awfulness by this point that his straw leftists operate by nonsense jargon that only makes sense to him.

Exactly! Only Decadent Females Carry Such Things!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Lodger: A Story of the London Fog.

It's like on some level, Muir knows how ridiculous he sounds. So he just shouts louder to bury it deeper.

Beware Of The Left's Decadent Wiles, Youngsters!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Mountain Eagle.

You know, after endless depictions of cities as urban hellscapes prowled in by criminal scum, we get the other popular reactionary vision of them--decadent and wasteful places that offer luxuries that sap the spirit and will. This is Muir at his most shallow and hypocritical--he doesn't actually mind luxuries at all, provided they're the luxuries he's coded as good. Many of which are coarsest, most vulgar things imaginable, as I've noted before, the trucknut as a symbol of virtue. 

It's the way of the fascist who wants a narrow blinkered world where everything he loves gets declared either high culture or true culture, and everything else is degenerate filth.