You Know, Just Relatable Human Situations.

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

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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.

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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.

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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).

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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).

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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.