It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Uneasy Lies the Crown.
I'll say this--while this might be the latest example of 'Muir thinks his cast acting like sociopathic assholes is charming and heartwarming', at least it's not whatever word salad he's got coming down the pike to explain how it's a good thing Trump did, blowing up the economy, a good thing.
And we know it's coming.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Rest in Peace, Mrs. Columbo.
Yup, Batman.
If Batman worked with a white supremacist militia that was aligned with fascists foreign and domestic.
So really, more like one of Batman's enemies.
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.
...
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.
