Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Remember, The Democrats Can Only Win By Cheating, And Only Do Bad Things.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Mystery Squadron.

Of course, Muir is going off of bullshit Rightosphere accounts meant to tell nitwits like him that all their prejudices are correct, and all the apparent defeats are just esoteric victories that the uninitiated do not see. But what lurks behind this is that dim awareness that the administration he was praising is failing and unpopular, that the things he thought would be powerful and successful are weak and ineffectual. On top of which, Muir's pose of a rugged patriot is a bad counterfeit, and he's actually a lazy, entitled, bigoted schmuck who resents the country for not being the racist dictatorship he wants, and for demanding anything of him at all. In Muir's head, he ideally is owed everything while owing nothing. And so we get these pathetic little strawmen opponents where when you scrape off the idiotic exaggeration, there's this bitter offense at a government doing anything but be Muir's brand of racist awful.

Monday, February 16, 2026

The Eternal Assertions That Cities Are Awful, And Run By Bizarro-Logic Leftist Tyrants.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Wolf Dog.

I've noted it multiple times, but Muir's straw leftists get more bizarre and pathetic every year. Partially this is because his own politics have gotten so wretched that he needs ever more ridiculous opponents to make what he wants look good. But another part is the further Muir travels into fascism, the less and less capable he becomes of envisioning good government. Gunpowder is a nakedly criminal tyranny where the power of the state seems to exist only to persecute those the Compound dislikes, and where things are accomplished by fiat. His only way of imagining bad government now is 'the opposite of what I want', and that gets the ridiculous thing he throws out here, a government that is simultaneously tyrannical, and yet also can't do anything, somehow.

Sunday, February 15, 2026

Muir Is Very Easily Impressed By The Peanut Gallery.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Fighting with Kit Carson.

Aside from a confirmation that Muir's audience as as full of Mittyish tendencies as himself, two things are interesting. Firstly, how little Muir's cared about the Maduro operation, which still barely warrants a mention. Secondly, the way that Zed has been notably inactive throughout the second Trump presidency. You'd think Muir would go for the obvious route of having him called into duty to serve ICE, but, no, no, he's needed at home to... do things.

Saturday, February 14, 2026

She's Demoralized Because She's Been Raised To See Good As Evil, And To Want Terrible Things.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Three Musketeers.

Eva's problem of course is that she's typical of the hivemind--deluded, stupid, bigoted, weak whiny, with the underpinning that she views all these manifest flaws as signs of how clever she is. This is a growing issue for the cast, I'd argue--they spend ever larger amounts of time blubbering about how unfair everything is while simultaneously insisting that they are as tough as nails. A part of me can't help but think that even Muir is starting to have problems writing around his present state of ideological cringing when joined with the ever-present bluster.

Friday, February 13, 2026

He's Certain Nazism Is Cool With All The Kids!

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

The American Right. Proudly spewing the bullshit of the people the US helped thump but good, because patriotism.

Thursday, February 12, 2026

Saying Nazi Things, Nazishly.

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

I see we've found the one thing that will get Skye to behave like a proper straw liberal again. Blatant Nazi rhetoric. Which gets Muir to get all whiny about why don't anybody respect white people anymore.

Delightful.

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Jackie Gleason Sarcastically Saying "Har De Har Har."

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Hurricane Express.

There is something so wearisome in this pretense of wit, in Muir trying to pretend he isn't saying what he's saying, and imagining he's getting away with it.