An Awkward Attempt At A Segue.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Hawk of the Wilderness.

It's hard not to think that at least part of this weird, quasi-pivot is that Muir's feeling a little hot under the collar from Peanut Gallery pushback for going full Nazi.

"You're All Right For A Race Traitor, Pete."

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Dick Tracy Returns.

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The fascinating thing is that Muir spouts this Nazi bullshit while not realizing it is Nazi bullshit.

The Sexism Is There To Sell The Isolationism.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Fighting Devil Dogs.

This kind of fascinating, a stopped clock moment where we have to acknowledge the stopped clock is a Nazi. Muir have taken his time coming to the Nazi Isolationist stance, but damn it, he's come to it, and he will not give it up lightly. One senses, in all his criticism, a desire to like Trump and Whiskey Pete, but simply put, these recent actions push too many of his newly acquired buttons.

Called It.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Lone Ranger.

As Muir demonstrates that yes, his opposition to this needless war is based on the worst rationalization possible, I'd like to note that apparently he has only one shirtless drawing of Whiskey Pete.

The Clutch Cargo comparisons keep coming.

Zed Bids The Secretary To Ogle His Wife.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Zorro Rides Again.

I'm suddenly flashing back to the days of Muir's mancrush on Cruz, when we got Muir's... *ahem* highly fanciful version of the man.

It's Astonishing To Realize In How Many Many Ways He's Having Them Violate Security Here.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because S.O.S. Coast Guard.

...Man, that weird traced version of Kegsbreath looks like he just parachuted in from an episode of Clutch Cargo.

Only An Hour? Does He Know Who He's Dealing With?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Painted Stallion.

As I nodded at yesterday, there's something so pathetic in Muir's insistence in treating his cast as these redneck Secret Master movers-and-shakers.