It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Jack Armstrong.
You know, this is a fascinating multi-level fail right here. Aside from the 'So the California Democrats will cheat to push out a Republican Mayoral candidate, but not a Republican Gubernatorial candidate" bit, he's failing to consider that if Pratt had gotten in, he would have then had to win... the actual election.
But then, anything that let's Muir whine and scream that it isn't fair, and the other guys are cheating.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Son of the Guardsman.
It's a good example of the moral wretchedness of this fictional universe that Sam and Zed clearly feel the only morally objectionable part of this proposed death camp is that they, a family of good volk would be near it.
And that they overcome this objection by thinking that, well, hey, they'd be guys doing some of the murdering.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Chick Carter, Detective.
You know, there's both the chilling part of this--Muir spouts this Nazi bullshit and doesn't even realize it's Nazi bullshit, he thinks he's being a patriotic Murican--and the deeply amusing part of this--Muir imagines his little secret prison for dissidents at a time when his lumpish hero is running out of juice on nearly every front.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Hop Harrigan.
You know, the amount of times they've utterly thwarted this preposterous thing after previously utterly thwarting it takes on a certain comic grandeur that only gets better when the completely ridiculous nature of it--a prospective Muslim-only building project, on the Texas border--is considered. This is Muir so desperate for a hate object, he throws one together in a hurry, then keeps putting the resulting jumble back up so he can knock it down again.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Who's Guilty?
Won't lie, Muir going full Randroid during Begging Bowl season, a man begging for spare change to make his bad comics yelling about how he is a Maker, yeah, not a puh-parasite, never stops being amusing, and this time it's joined with full on Downfall-style denial of the actual world, as Muir does his best to avoid noticing how badly things are going for Trump right now. It's Muir at his most nakedly wretched and pathetic, a fraud and a failure on his own supposed terms not only following the same, but trying to pretend that it isn't just nonsense. That he won't cheerfully move the supposedly rigid goalposts of his beliefs all over the place to tell himself he and his are the real winners, and also the true Muricans.
So some good news. Now, many years ago, after I'd been writing this blog for half a decade, Muir did a website change that rendered a huge swathe of my links dead--or deadish. They'd take you to the site, but not to any comic. And I mean a lot of strips--I had done not only every strip that had been published during the blog's existence, but every strip published prior. Going through and fixing that would be a monumental task.
Which I have now completed. Nearly all the links work. While there's a possibility of my missing a few, what's more definite is that a few strips have vanished, including a flash-animated strip that Muir apparently lost during the move and has never fixed up.
So, there you go. Won't lie, I'm quite happy to have pulled this off. I should add that I'm still going through my archives and fiddling with things, so the Project isn't finished, but the most substantial part of it is done.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Jungle Raiders.
There's something extra-pathetic in how Muir whines about his tiny besieged island of Right-wing culture... during a fucking Republican trifecta. But of course that doesn't count, because it isn't magi-winning the way he was sure it was going to.
