"Random Plot Twist!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Youkai.

Let's see how this bit of crazy will go...

"She's Ugly And Stupid, And Also She Cheated!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Happy Time Harry.

And Muir does his version of curling into a ball and sucking his thumb...

"MY DENIAL CONTINUES!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Moses the Prophet.

It apparently took him most of the day to produce this.

Sad, ain't it?

"I DENY YOUR REALITY, AND ASSERT MY OWN!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because overcast.

So... is Muir basically going to quietly admit that this is happening in another dimension, or is he going to pretend this is the real world?

"I Know They Will Persecute That Poor Gentle Man!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because slats.

Man, Muir seems almost not to care about the race this year. He's been oddly quiet on it since the primaries, save for the occasional lackluster (and sometimes deranged) Clinton attack...

"They're The Black KKK!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because funky picture frame.

I'd say something like "D. W. Griffith nods approvingly" but I think even he would be going "What the hell?" at this point.

"She's Crazy And Old! Oh, And Bill's A Pedophile!"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the future is open wide.

...

...

The delusion is thick.

A Battle Of Wits, Wherein Both Participants Are Unarmed.

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because bamboo.

So neither of them quite understands what a strawman argument is...

Makes sense.  They're only as smart as Muir, in reality.

"She's Blind! And Evil!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Enobarbus.

And the reheated "Your momma so fat" jokes continue...

"Well, You Are, Damon. You're Exceedingly Awful!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Babbage.

As usual, Muir's various author avatars are exceedingly thin-skinned beneath their megadouche appearance of not giving a shit.

"We Heard About This Somewhere! We're Sure Of It!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Ada Lovelace.

It's the Clinton Conspiracy Game!  Make a claim, and pretend it's true!  Then it will never, ever die.

"That Means He Is Accountable To No One!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because a cloak blowing in the wind.

And at last, after weeks, and weeks, Muir's Trump boosterism pokes its head up again, hoping to plants the seeds of denial for the near future.

The Misogyny Time Forgot.

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because will you open my right side, and find my baby?

...And this is what Trump supporters want to normalize. 

"And Remember, They're Sisters! So Maximum Kink!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because keep on trucking.

At this point, all female characters in this strip are a set of identical sexual characteristics and a crude attempt at a face.

It's Like He Watched Galactica 1980 While Drunk...

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Magill's Critique of Literature.

As we watch Muir once again enter his fever dream of conspiracies, let us unite in the just hatred of his awful answer to Wesley Crusher...

"Vince Foster, Man! Vince Foster!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because the cave.

At this point, we've passed from mere paranoia into frightening realms of absolute detachment from reality.

"Let's See How Distasteful We Can Be!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because skylark, kind skylark.

And now Gene Wilder turns in his fresh grave, as Muir reassures me that the Right can gloat so astonishingly badly that they can make self-inflicted wounds appear anywhere.

"That's Right! I'm Pretty Sure She's Dead!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because there's a word for it.

And once again Graham Chapman would turn in his grave, if he weren't a cloud of dispersed ashes somewhere.

Ummm... What?

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Tom Ewell.

So... that's the best Muir's got for the situation?

Damn it, he really is losing it.

"And She Killed Vince Foster! So There's That!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Amman.

As we try to puzzle through how Hillary is simultaneously a cunning evil mastermind, a bumbling fool, and a senile old biddy with one foot in the grave, let us stare in wonder at Damon's suddenly appearing beard.

"The Evil INTERNATIONAL BANKER! HISS!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because trying hard now.

Muir really doesn't know much about Soros, does he?

"How Can I Possibly Make This Worse...?"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because the hearts and minds of his countrymen.

And the fact that the fake black man created by a white racist to show blacks how they should act is saying it only makes it more wince-worthy...

"And Because Coitus Does Not Ensue, It's Not Illegal!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because giant bowler hat.

It's like fractal loathsomeness.  Every aspect acts to make it more loathsome.

"Look At My Awful Porn!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because State of Sequoyah.

And Muir continues to labor under the delusion that he can draw breasts.

"Clearly, This Is A Profound Statement On Human Relationships!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because the Heiress.

Muir's view on marriage are uncomfortably close to pimping...

"I As A Fictional Black Man Agree With This Completely."

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Lord, I can't go back there.

Ahh, yes, Muir, boast about the rightness of your imaginary minority characters.

"And Then A Velociraptor Shows Up!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because a million years have come and gone.

Does Muir realize that he's making buddies with a man who used the Fourteen Words as part of a prospective platform for the "alt-right"?

Ahh, well, it will be amusing when they all turn on each other in the future.  And if you doubt that will happen, remember, Muir was a big booster of Goldberg's theories, wayback when.

"Yeah, Goldberg Really Seems To Hate The People Who Put His Names In Parentheses For Some Reason..."

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because we were young, all those years ago.

Muir really doesn't understand what he's just stepped into, does he?

"This Is Clearly A Fashion Faux Pas!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because everyone is calling out for peace.

At this point, the desperation hangs heavy in every strip...

"Not Like The Paragon Of Truth That Is Your Opponent!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because I'm your captain, I'm your captain, but I'm feeling mighty sick.

Man, there is something pathological about how Muir's newest version of Clinton resembles a drip candle.