Like The Bourbons, Muir Forgets Nothing, Forgives Nothing, And Learns Nothing.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Smashing Barriers.

It's bitterly amusing to watch Muir give yet another display of multiple level FAIL and think it's showing how clever he is. We see, in one strip, the Muir who is stuck in a bad simulacrum of his own childhood, the man who can admire the sight of things while not getting the sense of them, the pliable old reactionary spouting the same garbage decades after the world moved on, and the man stuck in a hell that he has both made himself and had reinforced by the movement he supported. All in one terribly drawn, terribly written strip.

And he doesn't see it, of course. Thinks he's done a great job, and is showing what a sensible man he is.