Well, That Was Information We Did Not Need.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Adventures of Rex and Rinty.

It's funny how the Robot Sex Issues have developed issues on top of issues. A horrible sort of funny, mind you.

The Imaginary Black Guy Is Happy He Can Be Racist In Texas.

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

There is something grim and joyless in how Muir tries to use shit like this to  make himself out the fun guy, when he actually comes across as the bitter, brittle racist whinging about he can't use slurs anymore and that sucks.

Javier Has A Very Strange Idea Of What The Word 'Translate' Means.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Phantom Empire.

Another desperate flailing effort by Muir to avoid the fact that the administration he painted as the broom that would wipe things clean is in fact pure corruption. As usual, whenever Muir has something close to an argument--there exist truly dire people who have contributed to the Democrats--he overeggs the pudding by throwing in actual slander--the 'Schiff was an active participant in Buck's gay murder spree' is, well, a Very Online conspiracy theory boosted by the worst people. But again, Muir is pliable and gullible while imagining himself a clear-sighted, iron-willed man.

He Has To Make Sure The Robot Sex Is Biblically Permissable.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Mystery Mountain.

The other side of Muir checking out... him doing lots of strips about... this stuff.

Again, I'm just so in the weeds on the robot sex. It's weird, but not fun weird, especially as Muir's hypocritical pose of moral censoriousness always pokes its metaphorical head in.

Ahh, Yes, The Land Of Virtue That Is Putinist Russia.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Law of the Wild.

Once again, the extent to which he has just given up at this point is remarkable. He's retreated to the cheap comfort of squatting in the corner and shouting that everyone but him sucks.

Well, He's Certainly Dealing With Issues. Of A Sort.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Burn 'Em Up Barnes.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again--the extent to which Muir has checked out is breathtaking. We get strip after strip of him just whining about how powerless he is, in a Republican trifecta, because nothing is working, and so he has to go extra-heavy on the conspiracy to keep the reality that everything he wants is shit from breaking through.  

As Young Men Do...

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Lost Jungle.

Sometimes, Muir underlines that he's a crabby, creepy old man trying, in a very half-ass manner, to write characters who are supposed to be young.