Nothing But Static.

 Muir has announced how the strip might pause for a few days as he deals with difficulties, which seems as good an excuse as any to talk about what appears to be a growing number of technical problems on his end. We've seen breakdowns, weird postings, and the Yearly Begging Bowl coming out with more mishaps every year.

Won't lie, sometimes I worry that I'll finally finish the epic work of taking care of all this blog's links to strips, only to watch the entire DbD archive vanish into the digital ether. Which usually makes me go outside and touch grass, so to speak.

"The Straits Can Wait! We Need To Bomb Our Own Soil For Daring To Broadcast The Different Opinions I'm Sure Are Unpopular!"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Adventures of Captain Marvel.

This would have always been a repulsive strip, Muir building on whining about how unfair this all is, man, to go up to indulging in pathetic fantasies of using violence to silence voices he doesn't like. All while making bizarre and facetious arguments that awaken my inner Angry Goose. ('Why did the US need to end slavery, Muir? How exactly did they do it? And why have you consistently shown nostalgia for the rebel slavers they fought to do it?')

But then you add in that he's doing this in the middle of this illegal war, and all this other stuff, and it just looks worse. This is Muir's version of an escape for what's happening. This.

Why Can't People Admit How Put Upon Whites Are?

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Mysterious Doctor Satan.

Muir's essential politics. Whiny, thin-skinned idiotic bigotry that asserts nonsense in a desperate attempt to paint any effort to acknowledge the nation's past as some sort of evil plot, all while imagining this pathetic, witless display is both clever and patriotism.

"Ah, That Thrilling Moment When I Said, 'Hi, Zed, From Design'. Maybe. Is That Still Canon?"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because King of the Royal Mounted.

I do appreciate the occasional reminder that despite purporting to be the same characters who started out in 2002, we're actually dealing with some alternate universe version of them with similar but not identical backgrounds, where events happened differently than we saw, and may have had a different emphasis on things.

I don't think Muir realizes that, mind you, but that only adds to the unintentional comedy.

I Repeat, The Shoutout To Fans Are Getting WEIRD...

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Adventures of Red Ryder.

...Won't lie, there's something quietly disconcerting in how Zed insists SARCOM is a 'militia', instead of using the term 'state guard'. It's technically correct, but that word has picked up some baggage, and Muir's the sort who sees that baggage as medals of honor.

Muir Feigns Being Thoughtful.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Drums of Fu Manchu.

As Muir tries to shrug his way out of his present mental difficulties, I feel obliged to chime in with this... no, she's not real, Muir. Your pretend wife doesn't actually exist. And neither does the version of you that's a badass ex Special Forces guy that all the ladies want.

Muir Insists The Present Reminds Of Something From The Past He Doesn't Understand.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Zorro's Fighting Legion.

It's always tiresome when Muir launches yet another pseudointellectual explanation of history and strategy, as it's invariably a demonstration that he knows next to nothing about either of those things, and is frequently transparently cribbing from someone else who knows only a little more.

But this time, we have the added wrinkle of Muir trying to make a silk purse out of the pig's ear of Trump's chaos, and we can see the flaw he and his idol share. Muir applauds Trump for ambitions... that are a lessening of the US's power. Because of course, he cannot see power based on mutually beneficial alliances as real. Like most fascists, he mistakes violence and cruelty for power. Thus, like Trump, he stares at the fading regional hegemony of Putin's Russia, and because of its naked thuggery, assumes this is the real deal, and like, an extra-stupid version of Buck Turgidson, says "Man, I wish we had one of those!"