He Thinks This Is Heartwarming.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Mandrake the Magician.

I reiterate how repulsive the twins have become, and add that what vague signs of personality Mari's lumpish beau is showing suggest that he's a perfect recruit for their little hate group.

Desperately Restarting A Defunct Plotline.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Spider's Web.

And as we wonder if this time around we're finally going to see Ian's face, I just want to say what thoroughly revolting characters the twins have turned into, a pair of whiny, entitled bigots who put a front of bold superiority to cover being a pair of cowards who fear anything different or new, and blame everyone else for the obvious results of this. They're good proof of Raylan Givens' famous maxim (which I am freely paraphrasing)--"If you run into an asshole now and then, well, that's life. If everybody you run into is an asshole--no, you're the asshole." They're young women with the soul of a cantankerous old man.

'Cause, yeah, that's what they are.

Angry Old Man Shouts At Cloud.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Scorched Face.

The horrible sense of an obnoxious old man who never managed to stop being an obnoxious twelve year old at heart, in all the worst ways. No childlike sense of wonder. Just a smug conviction that you are right, you deserve everything you want, and anyone who is different than you is stupid and stuff.

We Know He's An Asshole, Because That Conversation Didn't Send Him Rushing To The Exits.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Blackmailers Don't Shoot.

Sometimes Muir reminds you that he considers it oppression, not being able to be as much of bigoted prick as he wants. That awful shit is what he thinks dating in this country should be like.

Behold, The Decadent Cosmopolitans!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because fire me, boy!

And Muir immediately undercuts his whole "these are vile degenerate elitists' by having Skye remind us that the cast regularly enjoys just this sort luxury. But that's different. They're fascist white bigots, so they're the right sort of elite.

Now We're Stepping Into The Twilight Zone...

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because all over you.

...

Muir is hitting new levels of deluded self-parody.

Increasing Amounts Of Ugh.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Juno and the Paycock.

There's two prominent threads of Muir's misogyny and anti-queer bigotry here, both closely related. The first is Muir's quiet disgust that women would dare openly admit that they aren't always sexy. The second is that someone who he sees as a woman might use their bodily autonomy for things that might make him view them as 'not women', or at the very least 'not attractive women'.

Because Muir sees women as objects folks. It's what he does. And he's convinced himself this is the most respectful way to view women and anything else is just a dirty lie.

More Ugh...

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because An Elastic Affair.

The cast continues to suffer in a world where not everyone is almost exactly like them, and if they inflict themselves on people they don't like to try and pick fights, they will have to be reminded of this fact.

The horror.

Inferior Decadent Cityfolk! Daring To Respect Deviants!

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

I await Muir explaining that his cast having to treat others with at least a modicum of respect in public is some sort of hideous imposition, and a sign of the naturally inferior morals of the Leftist urbanites.

Beware Of The Left's Decadent Wiles, Youngsters!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Mountain Eagle.

You know, after endless depictions of cities as urban hellscapes prowled in by criminal scum, we get the other popular reactionary vision of them--decadent and wasteful places that offer luxuries that sap the spirit and will. This is Muir at his most shallow and hypocritical--he doesn't actually mind luxuries at all, provided they're the luxuries he's coded as good. Many of which are coarsest, most vulgar things imaginable, as I've noted before, the trucknut as a symbol of virtue. 

It's the way of the fascist who wants a narrow blinkered world where everything he loves gets declared either high culture or true culture, and everything else is degenerate filth.

Muir Reiterates That Racism Is Always The Answer.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Lesley the Great escaped with a CHICKEN?

...This is going to be the next four years. Muir insisting that every failure--and there will be many failures--is the result of Democrats not letting Whites run everything.

Because he is a deluded racist shit.

He Really Thinks It Will Be This Easy.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Simon and Simon.

As Muir continues his fascist fantasies, it's hard not to shake your head at the belief that all they have to do is just show up and they'll win, with the entire civil service just collapsing at the awesome presence of Real Muricans. 

Meanwhile, in the real world, the Trump admin is trying very bad bribes to get rid of people.

You See? He's Calling Them Vermin, Which Is A Very Funny Thing To Do!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because a new god, but a very hard worker.

One wonders what he's going to be using for his next Two Minute Hates, when DEI loses its savor.

It always happens, after all.

Muir Knows A Repressive Sexist Theocracy Would Be Great, And That Bigoted Men Running Things Would Solve All Problems.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Wailing Well.

Watching Muir segue from last strip's 'wimmenz is to blame!' to missing the point of The Handmaid's Tale is a surprisingly 'nod along' moment--this is all, well, what you'd expect from Muir. About the only interesting aspect of this strip is a surprise appearance of 'Foil Sam', those rare occasions I've mentioned where Sam actually takes a different position from Zed so that a strip can have a back and forth discussion. It seems particularly odd here, because Sam's been happily making these sorts of statements herself in recent years.

It's So Hateful To Disagree With Me And My Bigotry!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because wild night is calling.

Muir apparently has his own definitions for the words 'infantile' and 'grudges'. But then he knows his own bigotry and awfulness are supermature.

Anyway, Praise Angry Orange, Now Nudity!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because two minutes left in regulation.

And so this listless blend of ranting and misogyny delivered by Muir''s female sock puppets ends the only way it could. With more patented bad Muir nudity.

Like Any Woman In Her Twenties, Kiko Looks To Her Parents For Opinions.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Kaiketsu Zubat.

...

As usual, Muir's declarations of his opponents' corruption and stupidity demonstrate his own.

The Eternal Declaration Of Fascist Restoration From The Internal Wreckers.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Akumaizer 3.

Funny how Muir's declarations of how things oughta be are very vague on what that oughta is. Oh, he knows what he wants, white guys like him--and only white guys like him, those with different opinions are just more of the wreckers--running things. But what that looks like--he's vague on that, because he really has no idea. He wants his kind to win, but he doesn't really know what winning is.

This is the problem that fascists face--their brand of reactionaryism is always very odd, and leaves them imagining some eternal ancient true version of their nation that never existed, and never could exist. Their plan to get there? Brutality and awfulness. It never works. But sometimes they get to commit some atrocities, before the whole hideous structure breaks down.

All Real Good Murican Girls Know They Need To Be Baby Factories And Hate Gays And Queers!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Inazuman Flash. 

Leave it to Muir's imaginary women to explain that legalized abortion is the government going in women's vaginas. Because leaving the choice to women is that, not the government making sure they don't. Somehow.

Also, the gays plot against the youth, but come on, we've heard that one for years by this point.

When You Phone In Your Evil Bigotry.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Robot Detective.

I don't know whether the awfulness or the laziness appalls me more at this point.