It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the llama.
As of this writing--though I fully expect this to change--there are two versions of this strip up, one for if Kamala had won, another fitfully celebrating Trump's triumph. They're both quite close to one another, and rather barebones. While some of that is doubtless the result of, well, doing two strips, another is the simple fact that Muir is, on a fundamental level that he can't full acknowledge, kind of stumped here. The Dems are the Evil Conspiracy of Evil, always cheating, but somehow, it doesn't seem to have worked. Of course, Muir's mind is set to ignore this obvious contradiction--the foe is always strong, yet weak, after all. But it still rankles him, because he once again has lost any idea of what winning actually is.
We've seen all this before. Muir will pretend to be cheerful for a while, then start grumbling about internal enemies. He'll celebrate some grotesque imagined triumphs. But even at his high points, there will be this gnawing unease, and in a year, maybe two, he'll have once again almost fully retreated from reality.
I think his idol's quite like this himself. Trump will crow about winning, he'll crow about squashing charges. But then those magical victories that will fix everything won't come, and he'll start remembering how much he hates this job, so he'll retreat to his imaginary world, where people always cry and tell him how wonderful he is, all as reality keeps hitting.
It'd be a deserving fate, if so many people weren't going to suffer because of it.
