It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Robinson Crusoe of Clipper Island.
The classic example of Muir casually demonstrating what a repugnant little fascist thug he is at heart, while imagining that he's somehow proving that he's the plain-talking man of the people. As usual, he not only demonstrates that his supposed patriotism is a fucking lie, but he doesn't understand the real McCoy, and wants the cheap counterfeit he's put up to be taken for it.
In the end, he's just fascist scum. Sometimes, he really rubs your face in it.
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