"But Let Us Hypothetically Suppose, Wife, That My Right Wing Crackpottery Is Correct, And Your Right Wing Crackpottery Isn't."

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Daredevils of the Red Circle.

This is interesting. I think this is the first genuine political discussion in DbD. Prior to this, such discussions were always illusory, the Straw Liberal/Left Wing punching bag giving what were supposed to be cartoonishly weak arguments to be swatted aside, or on rare occasions, an otherwise right-thinking individual letting sentiment cloud their judgement.

Now, these often didn't work the way Muir intended (at least, not to anyone outside the bubble), because Muir possesses very warped perspectives on matters, and is a sloppy debater and writer to boot. Frequently, what he'd imagine would be a weak argument was a good one phrased badly, and what he thought was common sense was horrifying bigoted sociopathy. But it was still obvious that this was supposed to be a sham argument, that in Muir's head, it was all as scripted as a pro-wrestling match.

This is different. Muir seems to be genuinely unsure of where he stands on this, and so has given different stances to Sam and Zed, the first time in a while they've acted as genuine characters. Hell, as opposed to previous occasions of Sam suddenly showing shock at some comment from Zed, the arguments actually follow based on past character traits. On those prior times, it was obvious Muir was just working on the old standby of the female character clearly being the more sentimental one, and so Sam objected to something she'd been fine about previously and would go back to being fine about afterwards. Here, this is honestly organic. It's the first time Muir's shown actual growth as an artist in... well, ever.

Which it makes quietly hilarious that the two viewpoints they're hashing out Sam's rehashed Nazi bullshit, and Zed's desperate looking for esoteric victory in this mess of administration. The essential awful always shines through in this strip.

Astonishing How Every Savior Of The Cause Turns Out To Be A Dirty Traitor, Eh?

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Lone Ranger Rides Again.

And Muir once again indulges in this bathetic whining, insisting that the only reason electing an incompetent, clownishly corrupt narcissist hasn't worked out is some evil conspiracy, and insisting that his people don't really control things, and also, all his opponents are pedophiles.

All of which is a bit much in the present circumstances.

An Awkward Attempt At A Segue.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Hawk of the Wilderness.

It's hard not to think that at least part of this weird, quasi-pivot is that Muir's feeling a little hot under the collar from Peanut Gallery pushback for going full Nazi.

"You're All Right For A Race Traitor, Pete."

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Dick Tracy Returns.

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The fascinating thing is that Muir spouts this Nazi bullshit while not realizing it is Nazi bullshit.

The Sexism Is There To Sell The Isolationism.

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

This kind of fascinating, a stopped clock moment where we have to acknowledge the stopped clock is a Nazi. Muir have taken his time coming to the Nazi Isolationist stance, but damn it, he's come to it, and he will not give it up lightly. One senses, in all his criticism, a desire to like Trump and Whiskey Pete, but simply put, these recent actions push too many of his newly acquired buttons.

Called It.

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

As Muir demonstrates that yes, his opposition to this needless war is based on the worst rationalization possible, I'd like to note that apparently he has only one shirtless drawing of Whiskey Pete.

The Clutch Cargo comparisons keep coming.

Zed Bids The Secretary To Ogle His Wife.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Zorro Rides Again.

I'm suddenly flashing back to the days of Muir's mancrush on Cruz, when we got Muir's... *ahem* highly fanciful version of the man.