It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Agenda for Murder.
There's something so damned dull in the endless perks the cast get.
A day by day look at Chris Muir's Day By Day, punctuated by efforts to make the hurting stop.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Agenda for Murder.
There's something so damned dull in the endless perks the cast get.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Columbo Who Cries Wolf.
As we watch Muir produce... this, aside from the vanity and the tendency to show off his owns spiritual wretchedness when he thinks he's showing his piety, what gets you is how miserable he is. He's already complaining again. Because damn it, the US still isn't racist enough for him.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Murder: A Self-Portrait.
Muir comparing the imaginary grandson of his imaginary version of himself to Christ.
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Somehow, this just elicits a nod from me at this point.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Grand Deceptions.
...That last panel. That fucking last panel.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Sex and the Married Detective.
It's kind of fascinating how quickly the strip moves from insisting that Kari Lake has to have been cheated, because there's no way Right Wingers can ever lose elections, no way, to the insistence that the entire legislative branch is evil and corrupt and also pedophiles, to the whinging that Muir's sort has never been represented in DC before.
This is where the strip is now. The eternal whining of Muir's brittle-boned fascism while it apes patriotism so badly that any onlooker can realize that Muir actually hates the country.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Murder, Smoke, and Shadows.
A reminder that when the previous administration was sending FBI agents against the Compound, who were actively trying to secede from the country, this was hideous tyranny. But infiltrating your opponents' political fundraising group with the idea of destroying it? Completely reasonable, and something the Compound will cheerfully aid in! Because the Democrats are just criminal scum, and you know if they're doing something, it has to be crooked.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Columbo Goes to the Guillotine.
Muir really must want to tune out the real world right now. He's just playing the old standbys, screaming that Obama wasn't a real Murican and drawing weird, bad pinup art of his female cast.