This Discussion Makes Them Want To Pose Like Strippers, For Some Mysterious Reason.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Jaqueline of Bavaria.

I know I keep harping on it, but the aimlessness of these last few strips really jumps out at you. Muir is rehashing the same old complaints, completely blind to how he is describing himself, the same way he's done a thousand times before. But there's no direction at the moment. He'll never admit it, but even Trump doesn't give him that sense of purpose that a Democratic White House does. With that, his cast are (he imagines) a plucky bunch of heroes facing the incompetent forces of evil. Without it, they become cheerleaders for something that never quite works out, no matter how often they insist that they're seeing the rebirth of American glory. And so we get this long series of strips that seem to have no particular point, as he tries to feel his way onto the next storyline.

"Everyone Knows The Only Real Victims Are White Men!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the Umbrellas of Cherbourg.

There's always something depressing about Muir's lame references to much better works, especially when they're coupled with his usual projection.

Anyway, Praise Angry Orange, Now Nudity!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because two minutes left in regulation.

And so this listless blend of ranting and misogyny delivered by Muir''s female sock puppets ends the only way it could. With more patented bad Muir nudity.

Hivemind Wimmen Talkin' Wimmen Stuff.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because eaten by a grue.

As we go through this listless series of strips whose only point seems to be a vague reactionary misogyny, it's hard not to get the feeling that underneath it all, Muir's a little baffled. He's doubtless telling himself he's happy, but the fact remains he was prepared for an epic struggle against the Evil Council of Evil, and their eternal election stealing, and instead... Trump just sorta won. No civil war, no deep state shenanigans to strike against. Just a democratic transfer of power. And personally I suspect that what's making him even more uneasy is that on some level, he remembers the last time he got this, it was a shitshow. Oh, he persuaded himself--still persuades himself--that it was unending triumph, but there were times when even he showed strain from doing that.

And so we find him spinning his wheels. He had no plans for this, and there's some part of him that's waiting for the other shoe to drop, which makes it hard to come up with plans. And even worse, he has to put mental effort into telling himself that he's fine, he's great, he's not waiting for that other shoe to drop, no, no. 

He'll find something to babble about soon, obviously. Will he be able to keep it up? No idea.

Sam Goes Howler Monkey As She Explains How Wimmen Gotta Know Ther Place!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Comanche.

The irony of Muir delivering this vision of a misogynistic natural order is that he does it essentially as a man trying to pretend to be a woman.

Badly. Very badly. As I've noted, Sam isn't a real girl at all. 

It's Always Time For Misogyny.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Motorcade of Generosity.

The one comfort in all this is that massive overreach is inevitable. The downside is it looks like the sort of overreach where people die.

Truly, Theirs Is A Deep Sisterly Bond.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Jackie Paper came no more.

You know, at this point the fascinating thing about Skye's engulfment in the hivemind is that she's transformed into an 'everybody clapped' story at this point.