It's the Day's Day of Days! Because violins.
Fictional Trump going on about the imagined sexual foibles of others. Irony isn't just dead, it rose from the grave and was killed again.
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A day by day look at Chris Muir's Day By Day, punctuated by efforts to make the hurting stop.
Irony's corpse has been dug up and shot full of holes so many times at this point that it's comprised of more negative space than solid matter.
ReplyDeleteThis guy is incapable of writing about women without somehow writing about sex. It always comes back to vaginas. Almost every time.
Lord, for the days when Zed was simply a laconic, befuddled schmoe with a conservative bent and slightly chauvinistic views.
Also, it continues to fascinate me how Muir writes Trump as having a degree of ironic and situational wit that the real Trump simply does not congenitally possess.
ReplyDeleteEven satirical takes on Trump wind up having a bit more wit and self-awareness than the real one, simply because it's hard to write someone so lacking in it.
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