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.