"I Don't Know Whether He's A Heretic Or Not!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because as the wind blows.

Muir remains very fond of a movie made by two trans women, even as he clearly mutilates the meaning.

We're Through The Looking Glass People.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because he tasks me, and I will have him.

The all-powerful Democratic conspiracy that somehow can't keep the House, or win a few more Senate races. But then to Muir if democracy means he can lose, it's clearly cheating.

His Grasp Of Foreign Policy Rivals That Of Domestic.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because non stop rock and roll.

Sometimes the utter insanity of the world Muir's constructed out of lunatic internet takes on actual events overwhelms the underlying fascism that holds the whole thing up.

The Shiny Bald Head Of The Husband Is A Thing Of Nightmares.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Samson versus the Vampire Women.

Terrible art. A stale punchline that Muir has beaten to death. But you know what? It's not another horrifying car wash strip, so it's a relief there.

When Manbabies Don't Understand Sexy.

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

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Those failed face drawings are the things of nightmares.

Muir Knows What Would Improve This. Homophobia AND Slander!

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

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It's been one trip to a new low this week. I'm dreading tomorrow.

I'm Pretty Sure This Is Illegal.

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

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Remember they're for traditional values.

Another Failed Attempt At Sexy.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I'm on the rock, and then I take stock.

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There's something so sad about the deep scuzziness of this strip. Muir's made, after decades of effort, a comic that would be embodied in the world by the vomit-encrusted shag carpeting of a very sleazy discotheque.

A Thing That Has Happened.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the toll of the bell.

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You know, the funny part is when you consider what's happened here, the goofy artificiality of it all really stands out. The cast were doing their scantily-clad all girl's carwash for a fascist charity, and their literal minded android followed their instructions too literally. 

As happens occasionally.

A Fun Mother-Daughter Activity.

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

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Let's wait for him to start ranting about pedos and moral degeneracy again. Oooh, and claiming that evil gays are grooming kids.

Like A Rat Pack Film On Peyote And Meth.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Unknown Worlds.

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You know the sheer amount and variety of awful here is impressive, in a horrible sort of way.

Muir Praises The Gun And Bashes The Vaccine, Because Of Course He Does.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because love is the drug that I'm looking for.

I'll pass by the same old topics--save to note that Muir has shown more panic about the vaccine than he ever did about Covid--to note that we have now had these two morons yak at each other for an entire week of strips.

And they've been terrible strips the entire time.

Truly, They Are A Persecuted Minority Living In A Totalitarian State.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Roxy Music.

The fascinating thing about Muir's community of brittle fascists with their blend of arrogant swagger and stark terror of outsiders is what an accurate depiction of a right wing militia he has made in this, their mentality, if nothing else.

But then, he's got something of an insider's view. Arguably aided by never actually joining one and thus having to deal with internal quarrels and the fact in the real world, your awesome weapons just aren't that great.

One Does Not Read It, One Simply Has It.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the power move.

Ahh, those pocket Declarations and Constitutions. Seldom read, never comprehended, but merely held as a sign of what a true patriot you are. But how can you not be right when 70% of the country is behind you, and don't ask where the numbers come from, they are simply transcendent truth.

Ahh, Yes. (((Globalists))).

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because one track lover.

The fascinating thing about Muir isn't how antisemitic he is--it's how he doesn't realize it. And it's not just the bits like this, where Muir tosses out antisemitic dogwhistles that he's learned secondhand. It's in his treatment of Jewish Democrats and George Soros, where he echoes the centuries of such stereotypes. All while also insisting they're Nazis.

Real Patriotic Militaries COUP Their Governments When The Left Gets In!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Metropolitan Division.

It's kind of fascinating, watching Muir trash institutions he used to claim to respect because machismo is more important than doing the job.

Because to the fascist, the military is a prop for embellishing their sad little fantasies.

Nothing Turns Girls On Like Sovereign Citizen Word Salad.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because open box.

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These two fail at being real people even more profoundly than their previous failures.

"The Doll's Trying To Kill Me And The Toaster's Been Laughing At Me!"

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because fiddle-di-dee.

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There's an impressive range of crazy here, all shoring up Muir's constant insistence that any loss has to be a conspiracy, and that the Redneck Elite shall soon show us all. He's strangely predictable about these things.

Real Men Never Show Emotion To Their Pretend Daughters.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because on a spiderweb.

It's a scene we've all seen before, done extra-creepy because Muir keeps writing her like she's seven while insisting she's 18.

Constant Acts Of Petty Spite Against Imaginary Versions Of Real People.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because after the fall.

As we get the latest trumpet blast of Muir declaring Biden a pedo, it's noteworthy that Muir seems to vaguely understand that the various terms he tosses about to describe Democrats have lost all meaning in his hands. Of course, he convinces himself that this is their fault, not his for not understanding things and simply tossing words about as self-designated slurs.

He Seems Tired.

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

There's a general sense of exhaustion in these two strips, even in the creepy, dull sex comedy one. And why not? Muir has spent the last decade drifting off into loopier and loopier spheres, convincing himself that he was witnessing epic battles that weren't happening and turning incompetent fascists into heroes in his own mind. Believing all this takes a certain amount of effort, and after ten years of it, you can see things starting to give way, even if Muir completely lacks the self-awareness to admit he might be wrong. There's a sort of tacit admission in there that Trump was a weak vessel, even if Muir has to convince himself that he was awesome and good. I've no doubt he'll go on speaking the words, but the burnout is becoming obvious. This is what happens when the Messiah not only fails, but keeps failing. The true believers can never give up believing, but it's a hollow belief that knows it's lying to itself.

Everything Is Always A Conspiracy, Always.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the flesh failures.

It must be exhausting, on some level, seeing the all-powerful yet also degenerate conspiracy behind every rock and bush, always messing with you, always theoretically beatable, if you muster enough of that superior will, yet somehow never actually getting beaten. The root of it is that Muir just can't accept that maybe he's wrong, that maybe the things he likes aren't popular, that maybe he needs to examine himself and change. Because that would mean that would mean admitting that maybe he's the baddie.

Goldbuggery And Conspiracy Theories. The Auld Alliance.

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

The fascinating thing is that Muir will doubtless insist there was massive fraud even if the Republicans take both chambers, because he's convinced that the Democrats shouldn't win anywhere.

And yet are also half the country.

Muir's nutty theories don't have a lot of consistency.

If The Right Loses, The Other Side Must Be Cheating!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Belgian Cocoa Dusted Truffles.

There is something deeply pathetic in Muir's fascist tough guy talk, a man complaining that a playing field that is already tilted in his side's favor doesn't give them automatic victory every time, no matter what they do. Because Muir doesn't want to take responsibility for failure, and he doesn't want to admit his bullshit has highly negative consequences.

Children's Ice Cream, Mandrake.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Buster Brown.

I find it amusing that Muir seems vaguely aware that the places he's had his latest sex object come from don't exactly prove his misogynistic fascist talking points. Honestly, I find running to this bunch to escape the Taliban close to a horizontal move. If she's better off, it's because she's one of the good ones in their playbook.

How Can The People We Regularly Threaten Find Us Threatening? How?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Tiger Balm Plus!

The man who regularly insists his opponents are a satanic cabal of pedophiles is offended when people consider him a bigoted, violent fascist based on things he's said.

Youse Da Dummies Risking Yer Health! Not Me! NOT ME!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I'm on a plain.

Muir imagines his opponents are a bunch of ignorant, arrogant assholes who are risking their health and causing disruption in society. Because he's that vested in his own unwarranted feelings of superiority. It's what fuels the projection.

Always Be Projecting.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because oh, the hammock district.

So, the argument runs, that as they are not going to conveniently lose all the time, Democrats must be shot. This is the only way to prevent a violent dictatorship.

Muir has a special definition of democracy.

Yousa Baby, Part Infinity.

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

The endless assertion, declared over, and over, and over. 

Stay Classy, Muir.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the tide is high.

A double-dose of awfulness, first in the gaslighting mixed with crazy that has become Muir's standard pose on the issues of the day, and then of course stating that the victim of a right wing attack has to be... you know what I mean?

Because that's how the fash roll. They just want eternal validation that their cruelty and their bigotry is righteous, and their supposed love of their nation is just a love of themselves, so they'll cheerfully backstab their country if the other side has shiny jackboots.