It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Winking Idol.
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It's like he's trying to underline my frickin' point. Muir doesn't actually feel anything about the plight of Palestinians. He despises them the same as he always has. It's just that now he can look at the Israeli Right's rhetoric on them and recognize its obvious hatefulness--because he's a nasty antisemite now, so he's always looking for excuses to despise Jews.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because In the Days of Buffalo Bill.
As we witness Muir's utter intellectual pliability once again, I just have to note that Mari is apparently standing nearly stock-still for the last two strips.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Adventures of Robinson Crusoe.
It's been kind of fascinating, over the years, watching Muir shift from the classic Rand fan who was personally skeptical of religion to the bizarre hybrid area he exists in now, where he's absolutely still excited about dinosaurs, but also has come to accept that obviously, Goddidit.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Brass Bullet.
As Muir insists that people who do in fact exist don't exist, I feel I must mention that at various points in his life Vlad III Tepes was the sworn vassal of the Ottoman Sultan...
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Voice on the Wire.
As we watch Muir repeat the Right-wing urban legend that pork functions as some sort of Muslim kryptonite, let's recall that I'm pretty sure it was Sam who drove the feral hogs in there originally.
But then, as we keep seeing, time and space are bendable in DbD and causality can be warped at will.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Broken Coin.
Obviously, at least part of the reason Sam is the one muttering this swill is to give Muir cover. "Oh, no, no, it's not me, Sam, you know, she's feisty, she's a redhead, her ladyparts, they get in a twist sometimes..."
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Queen of the Jungle.
As we take in this pathetic racist swill, a reminder that the population of the US is nearly 350 million, making Muir's impressive sounding number look... well, small.
Especially when you realize that our mighty Murican is quaking in his boots about women and children.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Iron Test.
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Sometimes, the sheer breadth and depth of Muir's hypocrisy gets to you.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because King of the Congo.
Every now and then, Muir makes a cartoon that underlines there's a tiny part of him, somewhere, that knows he's a fucking parody of humanity hating on people who are better than him, and desperately telling himself that the absolute garbage he's allied with are the champions he's saying they are no matter how many times they keep demonstrating that nope, wrong again.
And that tiny part makes the part of him that honestly believes this bullshit worse.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Deadwood Dick.
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He pulls this one as Trump tries to set up a slush fund and ban the IRS from looking into his family funds, and oh, yes, has the entire war with Iran going on.
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Ugh.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Flying Disc Man From Mars.
Four straight days of this.
Four straight days of the twins sitting on a fence, blathering like a couple of hicks--because that shows how AUTHENTICALLY redneck they are, natch--about how rural good, city bad.
Let's see if he makes a whole week of it, or we get something else happening in the days ahead.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Lone Ranger Rides Again.
And Muir once again indulges in this bathetic whining, insisting that the only reason electing an incompetent, clownishly corrupt narcissist hasn't worked out is some evil conspiracy, and insisting that his people don't really control things, and also, all his opponents are pedophiles.
All of which is a bit much in the present circumstances.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because tell me did you see her?
The thing that strikes me is 'imagine if he depicted Sam doing this to a synagogue,' but let's be honest, after the last few days, that might actually happen one of these days.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because she wants to be loved by you, and only you.
There's always something wretched when we get another look at Muir's awful brainless, virtueless Christianity. And using it to announce that he isn't an antisemite because Jesus...
Ugh.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day.
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Muir is apparently confusing the religion of Hinduism with the ethnicity of South Asian Indian, as obviously, no, no Hindus are Muslims, but yes, some Indians are.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Magic Bracket.
Sadly for John Blood, he doesn't realize that in DbD, villains can only fail, and not be as clever as the main cast.
And that last bit is tough, because the main cast are so fucking stupid.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because my TVC-15.
Won't lie, I'm waiting for Muir to start letting Holocaust denial seep in at this point.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Gutting of Couffignal.
I know I keep commenting how pathetic this is, but, well, that's because it's so very pathetic.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Dead Yellow Women.
...You know the layers of awful here are kind of impressive, like a sort of parfait of insane bullshit. Muir's unsettling ideas of how parenthood should function giving way casually to his batshit conspiracy theories about the Evil Conspiracy of Evil.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Whosis Kid.
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My Favorite Martian did this sort of plot with more depth and thoughtfulness.
Ahh, man, now I've made myself sad about Ray Walston. And he's been dead for over twenty years now.
