Muir Desperately Grapples With Things Being Ungood When He Thought They'd Be Good-Good.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Daredevils of the West.

While I'm certain Muir's leaving room to assert that he still believes in Il Puce, really, it's hard not to see this as fairly stark demonstration of his present alienation. He saw Trump 2.0 as a victory, and he's gotten this muddle. Partially because he trusts the worst people, and partially because he's a whiny little fascist who wants the worst things, many of which they couldn't give him if they were actually... well, competent.