If He Wants It To Be True, It Must Be True. QED.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Lone Defender.

And once again, Muir jumps at the latest ridiculous conspiracy theory and treats it as gospel, all so he can whine how powerless the Right is.

When they have the government.

Youdacrooks, Wedagoodies, Youdacrooks, Wedagoodies...

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The King of the Kongo.

It's just extra-amusing that this blatant bullshit where Muir tries to insist that the crook was the hero and the hero was the crook happens shortly after a Texas State Senate seat deep in Trump country flips.

Keep yelling Muir. It will make you feel better.

I'm Just Going To Sit Here Stunned For A Moment.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Fatal Warning.

...It's the projection that gets you, Muir imagining he's just being a witty guy telling it like it is when he's being... well, this.

Overhunting Coupled With Cyclic Population Patterns. Oh, Wait, That Wasn't Supposed To Be Answered.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Vultures of the Sea.

I even have the misfortune to know just what he's referencing here, and this strip still leaves me somewhat puzzled.

Well, except for the eternal tendency of Muir's in-universe media endeavors to work through this strange sort of cargo cult fashion, Muir having the cast just do a rough version of media things, and somehow, it works until Muir gets bored with it.

Muir Cries 'Wah, Dey Picking On Me!"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Vanishing West.

It says something that he thinks this pathetic whining uttered by imaginary women who are his equally pathetic wish fulfillment is a fine display of what a real man does.

He Just Knows He's A Big, Strong, Manly Man, Man!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Golden Stallion.

In many ways, this is just classic Muir, burbling about the subversives, who are a dangerous disease who his sort are there to fix and no, the fact that every time they hold power we wind up worse than we were before doesn't mean anything, nope, nope, nope.

But this also draws attention to the extent that Muir genders politics, making running the state an explicitly male function--and makes it clear that he sees that function as largely consisting of beating the shit out of those he disagrees with. It's one of the calling cards of fascism, toxic masculinity as policy.

And it's a big reason why they generally lose. 

"Wuh-We's Gots Da Suh-Siwent Muhjority!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Isle of Sunken Gold.

Muir declaring that of course they've got America with them, and if they just keep at it, the inferior schweinhund will knuckle under and get purged becomes bleakly amusing as we watch much of America decide they're sick of this shit.