Javier Has A Very Strange Idea Of What The Word 'Translate' Means.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Phantom Empire.

Another desperate flailing effort by Muir to avoid the fact that the administration he painted as the broom that would wipe things clean is in fact pure corruption. As usual, whenever Muir has something close to an argument--there exist truly dire people who have contributed to the Democrats--he overeggs the pudding by throwing in actual slander--the 'Schiff was an active participant in Buck's gay murder spree' is, well, a Very Online conspiracy theory boosted by the worst people. But again, Muir is pliable and gullible while imagining himself a clear-sighted, iron-willed man.

Well, He's Certainly Dealing With Issues. Of A Sort.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Burn 'Em Up Barnes.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again--the extent to which Muir has checked out is breathtaking. We get strip after strip of him just whining about how powerless he is, in a Republican trifecta, because nothing is working, and so he has to go extra-heavy on the conspiracy to keep the reality that everything he wants is shit from breaking through.  

Muir Feels Smug And Superior About Hating Modern Culture And Football.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Main Death.

I won't lie, there's something deeply amusing about the Right's endless wingdings about pro football these days, bigoted whiny scolds screaming at everyone else for having fun, and also, how can you say them being mean shitheads isn't fun, sn-snowflake? On some level, you think they feel it, that they have not only made themselves into precisely what their enemies said they were, but also what they said their enemies were at the same time.

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.

Muir Insists He Must Overcome The Qualms He Insists He Has For The Umpteenth Time.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because English Summer.

We've seen this cartoon play out countless times--a character who's been happily all in on whatever's the latest brand of chicken-fried fascism, suddenly starts, out of nowhere, wondering if it's a good thing they're doing, and another character explains it as just and necessary as a result of the Left's evil, with copious mounds of Muir's patented projection, up to and including the projection of his projection. Usually, it's Sam and Zed, which of course, only makes it more awkward, because Sam's most consistent character trait is that she gets to be Muir's nasty cross-gender id, shrieking out all the things he wishes he could say in for-real public, instead of just in his weird little webcomic. But, frequently what he needs in those moments is for Zed to mansplain to his woman, and so Sam does a temporary 180 to allow him this luxury. This time it's the twins, and while it's slightly less awkward, ultimately, it's another illustration of how the hivemind exists not as characters but as puppets for Muir to speak his "Truths". If that requires you to just flip your personality for a cartoon, well, so it goes.

You'll notice I'm largely avoiding the politics of this strip. Not much to discuss, really. Just the usual vileness, and Muir being in this really awkward place as regarding the Kirk killing, which remains a difficult thing for him to parse.

So Much Mental Masturbation.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Little Sister.

As nauseating as that all was, it does wind up underlining why I think Muir is going to lose once again, and lose big. He's a pathetic cowardly bigoted bully who wants to be complimented for all that and turns into sulky whiner when that doesn't happen.

Not that it makes reading his desire to banish, imprison and kill everyone who disagrees with him any more pleasant.

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.

Watching Them Once Again Fail To Be Real Girls.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Missile Command.

It looks like Teeter is joining 'weird alternate media thing run by a cast member' in the 'Plotline Muir keeps trying to run despite never being able to' bin. Remember how that visit to Teeter, after all that build up, turned into a tepid nothingburger that didn't so much end as it petered out?

Muir apparently doesn't. He's trying again.

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.

Muir Kinkshames In This Scenario.

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

Muir getting on his high horse while wallowing. It happens a lot, but this time is extra-blatant.

Why Do They Have Any Obligations At All, They Ask?

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

Muir clearly thinks his cast is witty, wronged and deeply sympathetic.

Obviously, they are none of these things.

Muir's Fictional Shape-Changing Robots Prove His Point! Checkmate, Liberals!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Jamaica Inn.

It's not just the extent to which Muir is a bigoted ass that gets you, it's the extent that he doesn't even understand the topic he's talking about, and doesn't even realize what a terrible argument he's presented.

All The Self-Awareness Of A Mollusk.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934).

The usual projection is bad enough, but once again, Sam and company strolled into town intentionally trying to rile people up, and people realize that. Like so much of Muir's moral universe, it's the stance of someone who, to paraphrase Bomber Harris, lives their life in the naive belief that they will attack everybody, but no one will ever attack them.

Endless Cheap Shots.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Number 17.

Has Muir mentioned that he views gender as binary and unchangeable, and that he hates the modern era of Star Wars? He has? Well, he's going to keep mentioning them, because these are important things to talk about, and not an old man yelling at clouds, revealing his pathetic bigotry and pettiness. That's what the Right Wing Noise Machine tells him.

Yawn.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Rich and Strange.

I'm going to take what little amusement I can in that Muir's efforts to play the moral crusader happen against the background of all his utterly bizarre sex quirks.

He's bad at this in a way it's tough to find.

Another Effortless Victory Against An Imaginary Foe.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Skin Game.

This trip to Teeter continues to underwhelm. I think Muir is running to the problem that he can't figure out where to go with this because he knows much as he's come to hate higher education, it's still something that his beloved Red States can't do without, which means accepting these accursed Blue cities.

And Right Back To The Loud 'Ugh'.

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

And of course, Muir immediately follows his shallow show of tolerance--which, remember comes with a huge number of qualifiers in return for the most grudging version of it--with the most lurid anti-trans bullshit he can come up with.

Made extra-icky by the man's utter hypocrisy.

The Quiet 'Ugh' Of Muir Insisting He Isn't A Bigot.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Murder!

Wasn't quite where I was expecting Muir to go with this, but in the end, this has always been a staple of the strip, Muir insisting he doesn't object to liberals/Blacks/Hispanics/etc. so long as they're the right sort of... you know the drill. And that right sort is essentially a version of Muir who is one of the aforementioned. 

Because Muir can't handle people calling him an immature, hateful bigot, and so does things like this, which wind up underlining the whole matter.

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.