It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Lone Ranger Rides Again.
And Muir once again indulges in this bathetic whining, insisting that the only reason electing an incompetent, clownishly corrupt narcissist hasn't worked out is some evil conspiracy, and insisting that his people don't really control things, and also, all his opponents are pedophiles.
All of which is a bit much in the present circumstances.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
