See? It's Like The Old Coca-Cola Ads! Only Terrible!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because all God's children got to scream and shout.

Won't lie, every time I look at this thing, it strikes me as worse. 

Plot Revelations? No, The Turkey Joke!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Twitch of the Death Nerve.

So, I guess Elon's no longer an unperson, eh?

If They Go After Billionaire-Backers Of Racist Militias, Why, Who Might Be Next?

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because can you recall the most famous reindeer of all?

Obviously, the first part is Muir's distorted understanding of hate speech laws. That said, let's be honest--Portago is fucking scum who deserves to get his funds frozen, a man with ties to Putin and other international scuzzes that Muir now admires, who regularly does illegal shit for the main cast. To those outside the bubble, Muir's little attempt at drama looks like justice finally falling from on high.

Of course, then we have Captain Mitty's upcoming revelation, and while much of this is cheap drama that I expect to end in 'Nothing happens', I'd argue there's a clear hint at something in all this--Muir, at some deep level, understands that he's written the setting into a very dreary corner. The cast is for all intents and purposes all-powerful and untouchable. Muir is actively having to strain to come up with new threats as the Compound has gradually shifted from Zed's redoubt against a treacherous world into the center of Muir's dream Texas, a place treated by those around it as the natural rulers that he so clearly sees them as. The desire to shake things up and start fresh so that they can face actual long-term threats is natural.

Will he do it? Probably not. As we saw with the robots, Muir lacks the resolve to let go of his toys. But there's a part of him that's entertaining it, and that is, at least, interesting to watch in the abstract.

"Muir Thinks He Needs To Spotlight The Old Cast More."

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because love, oh, love.

I await the contrived circumstances that have lead to the old cast deciding that Gunpowder is the perfect place to live permanently from now. I've no doubt they'll be... very.... contrived.

I'm Honestly Impressed This Imaginary Punching Bag Community Of Muslims Managed To Build An Actual Minaret.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because tell me did you see her?

The thing that strikes me is 'imagine if he depicted Sam doing this to a synagogue,' but let's be honest, after the last few days, that might actually happen one of these days.

Finding New And More Awful Ways To Insist He's Not Actually What He Is.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because she wants to be loved by you, and only you.

There's always something wretched when we get another look at Muir's awful brainless, virtueless Christianity. And using it to announce that he isn't an antisemite because Jesus...

Ugh.

Skye, Just Asking Questions From A Featureless Void.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I'm checking in.

One does wonder what made Muir decide what he really needed was an antisemitic tangent right now. Still, I do understand that as the paleo-cons sneak out of their tombs, they are once again marketing Jew-hate as the hip thing to do.

Proudly Expanding Their Prejudices!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because three wise men said "Don't report this!".

It has certainly been a thing, watching Muir get more deluded and bigoted while imagining that he's becoming more attuned to the real truth.

The Lesson Is Everyone Different Than Zed Is Evil.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because once we get up there...

...This fucking plotline.

The "And Thus I'm Not A REAL Racist" Bits Are Getting Pretty Byzantine...

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

Won't lie, there's always something amusing when one of the hivemind has to pretend to have a contrasting opinion to let the designated truth-teller explain the new dictate.

Also, Javier has at last inherited his father's position as the Black guy who tells it like it is--while being offscreen. The perfect demonstration of how DbD's racial politics have progressed. Or degenerated, I suppose.

Just Don't Get Them Around Any Cat-Boys.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because wafer-thin.

And just after hitting a new high on the strip's Nazi-quotient, Muir decides to say 'hold my beer' to his past self. His past self from yesterday. I think this might be a new record.

See, She's Not SAYING There's A World Jewish Conspiracy, She's Merely IMPLYING It...

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because save the life of my child, cried the desperate mother.

Man, never thought I'd miss the days when Muir was merely a cryptofascist...

Butchered On So Many Levels.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because so trip it up and down!

There are two general sorts of these plot twists, the ones Muir slides into because a story wasn't going how he intended and the ones he plotted in advance. This looks like one of the second, and... well, it shows how terrible he is at this, because we are a triple nullification of the immigrant bit from earlier--they weren't a threat to her because John showed up, but they weren't a threat to because she had a gun, but they weren't a threat to her because she was someone else entirely, and that someone is the robot killing machine.

So Apparently, She Can Shape-change Again.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because to trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, whoops, trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it... *SPLASH*

It's fascinating how for the last half-decade or so, the rule of DbD is that things may appear to happen, but fundamentally, nothing actually happens. New cast members are non-entities. Nothing may ever threaten the cast. And new situations are always the cast lording it over their inferiors, same as always.

...Uh Huh.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because to trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, to trip it up and down.

So... more robot stuff, I guess? Muir really just can't quit it.

Is He Melting In That Last Panel?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because guitar solo, FUCK YEAH!

Remember, they will always fail to be real girls. Oh, will they fail.

Has She Mentioned That She Knows How To Add Three Inches? And That Pink Salt Fights Dementia?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Heroes and Villains.

You know as this more argle-bargle nonsense about business, I'm going to focus on the one fascinating thing here, which is Muir's constant back and forth on AI. When he's imagining business and moguls using it to show the serfs and the dusky hordes their place, he's all for it. When he realizes it's swiping his shitty art to make even shittier art, he's against it.

And he can do this sort of pivot because Muir never thinks about things in any sort of depth.

This Is Sovereign Citizen Bullshit Applied To The Business World.

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

Remember the bit in The Lego Movie where Princess Unikitty's pose as a business woman consists of her shouting gibberish while carrying a briefcase?

Say What Now?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because a screen door slams.

I have to say, the confident declarations of how things work that are not how they work are reaching a sort of fever pitch in the strip these days. 

The Enemy--Always Strong, Yet Weak.

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

And this underlines the problem shared by all Muir's baddies, but which his immigrant hordes have extra-bad--the inability to be a true threat. They may bluster, but Muir will always write them as cowardly incompetents who are no match for his cast. And yet Muir will continuously insist that they are a major threat that justify all his cast's actions.

The Static Poses Emphasize The Hackery.

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

I'd ask if Muir even really understands the H1B visas he's ranting about, but he clearly doesn't. Just 'furiner BAD!' and 'Dey afta ow wimmen!'.

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.