"It's Impossible For Us To Lose Because Of Things We Did! Impossible!"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Call of the Savage.

While I do think this most recent version of 'No, wait, this is a conspiracy!' is going to stick around, growing ever vaguer and more contradictory as, well, every previous iteration has, I also suspect his latest conviction that 'yeah, yeah, Trump has something planned, everything's going down like he drew it up' will at least partially fizzle out. Trump is just too out of juice, and Muir is too pissed at him for failing to keep going back to the same playbook. Oh, he'll keep regurgitating these witless arguments of how the other side winning can't be real, how laws that don't work the way he imagine can change it like pressing an instawin button, and that his various fantasies about stopping this through violence he'd never do himself are patriotic. That's standard Muir. But Trump is reaching the end of his days as a useful figurehead.

The Transition Era; Part 8: Muir Begins To Grumble About The Republican Candidates.

As I said, Muir started 2008 shilling for Fred Thompson, who many on the Right were hailing as the natural-born savior for a faction whose party that looked like it had gone gummy on them.  They spoke of his natural charisma -- he was an actor, they stressed, just like Reagan! -- his folksy manner, and his rock-solid positions. He was, they insisted, the perfect candidate. Muir bought it completely.

Thompson flamed out in January, an awkward, stiff mess who was utterly out of his depth.

See, that's the thing about Muir. For all he likes to pose as a strong-willed original thinker, he's actually a pliable puppet who will buy just about any nonsense once it slips through his bigoted, reactionary priors. If people he trusts tell him a guy is amazing, his brain will immediately tell him he's seeing someone amazing, and I'm betting how he was able to keep convincing himself Trump was really with it makes sense now doesn't it? In essence, Muir bought into Thompson, because people told him this was a can't miss bet... and the bet busted.

Did this cause any self-awareness? Hell, no.

It did however leave him in an uncomfortable state of ideological orphanhood. Of the two remaining major candidates... well, let's start with Huckabee. Muir didn't like him for two reasons. Firstly, Huckabee's weak 'compassionate conservatism' pitch made Muir suspicious that he might be for something other than the 'cut taxes for the very wealthy' that Muir had been convinced was the best economic plan possible. Secondly, Muir was still very much the smug Rand follower at heart who viewed religion with personal suspicion, even if he was willing to keep those beliefs on the downlow because he believed evangelicals were an  important part of the great wall against evil liberalism. (He would change to being religious in the vague Right Wing way that lacked any real religion in the years ahead.)

And then there was John McCain, the eventual winner, and...

Well, there were two Republicans in the Mystery Business(tm) Era that Muir had a passionate dislike for. One was Trent Lott, who let him lash out at an establishment he resented, while convincing himself this was more proof he wasn't racist.

The other was John McCain.

Now, Muir's hatred of John McCain was both complicated and simple. Complicated, because he was always finding new things to hate about the man, and simple, because it all traced back to him being told to hate him by the Right Wing bloggers he followed for one reason. McCain, while fundamentally a conservative, had  a history of bipartisan action, and the most significant example of it was the McCain-Feingold Bipartisan Campaign Reform Act, which sought to limit corporate money and sizable donations in elections. Muir hated this and regurgitated arguments he read on why it was bad, arguments it was clear he did not actually understand. Like I said, a pliable puppet who will buy just about any nonsense once it slips through his bigoted, reactionary priors. When the primaries started, Muir thought that clearly Republican voters would repudiate this unworthy heretic.

They did not. McCain cruised to a relatively easy victory, in part because this was probably the last Republican primary which saw a significant moderate voting presence. And as Muir adjusted to his growing unease,  the Democratic primaries were likewise seeing his priors being undermined...

Why, They Could Set The Strip There... Oh, Yeah, That Was The Original Setting.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Rustlers of Red Dog.

The greatest irony of Muir's little whine is that not only is he bitching about the actual Texas daring to not match the pathetic piece of wish fulfillment he's put on the page, but the state he's now salivating over is... his home.

Where, again, he originally set the strip, albeit while failing for most of that time to make it in any way a distinct setting.

And of course, the secondary irony is, well, Florida is this way not because of some incredible virtue, but because its smug retiree population is convinced that they can keep this scheme going forever and never have it fail, and that may be true for many of them, cause old, but not all of them.

So, yes, Muir is likely setting up another grand true constant law of the universe to watch crumble into dust.

It Begins...

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Tailspin Tommy.

As we both chuckle and wince over all that, I have to ask just who is this unnamed advisor supposed to be and will they be an unperson in a week or two?

"You BABIES!" He Cries, As He Blubbers And Stomps His Feet.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Red Rider.

So, they gonna roll out the secession again? Their beloved state has dared not vote the way they insist it always must.

Won't lie, the fact that this comes right after two days of blustery false confidence leavened with empty threats is deeply amusing.

He Thinks He's Being Subtle And Witty, Folks.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Vanishing Shadow.

Ahh, Muir spouting his weird third-hand Bircher nonsense to anchor his usual brittle tough guy talk. It's vaguely fascinating, the layers of nonsense Muir has bought from his fellow online kooks, which he genuinely thinks of as a sign of his cleverness, and the fact that he uses it to garnish a cowardly, blustery threat that is clearly written in a way that gives plausible deniability. 

Remember, Not Doing What He Does Is Stupid, It Just Is.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Pirate Treasure.

Muir thinks he's showing his cleverness by bringing up the issue where he regularly ignores that he keeps fiddling with the dates when everyone else was supposed to start dropping dead, then following up with his new novel definition of coup. Which is apparently any election that the Right loses, and also any legal action taken against them for all the ways they broke the law when in power.

To be fair, the general sentiment has always been here, the idea that reality is what Muir says it is, and when what happens doesn't go that way, well, somebody had to have cheated. It's just what he says now is more witless and what little pretense he had of entertaining the other side's opinions is completely gone.