Now, He Listens Only To The Rantings Of The Finest Crazy Street People For His News.

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

The collapsing of Muir's epistemological universe to an ever smaller and crazier circle of delusional sources has been an ongoing cycle, where each fall into delusion helps trigger an even deeper fall when reality doesn't mach Muir's expectations. By this time, it's become abundantly clear that Muir will always choose to trust in his worst impulses rather than admit he was wrong, and that there's a sizable community that exists to help channel his sort into more an awful form of crazy.

Don't Forget--THERE'S A FRINGE ON THE FLAG!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I'll keep it with mine.

Let's see what the crazy bullshit he believes next week, folks.

What Do You Call A Crowd Of Assholes? I Propose The Proper Phrase Is 'A Shitstain Of Assholes."

 It's a Day's Day of Days! Because I do the best I can.

So, Muir has once again dipped into the well of Theodore Beale, aka Vox Day, another Right-wing nutter I keep eyes on. (The name of his blog, 'Vox Popoli' is a misspelling of the phrase vox populi. He insists it is not but is him doing the phrase in some strange Italianized version of Latin that doesn't exist. Insisting that his mistakes are not mistakes with elaborate nonsensical explanations why is something of a Beale calling card.) Beale is a white supremacist, misogynist, MRA, and anti-Semite. He also dabbles in Holocaust denial, Moon-landing denial, creationism, and various other brands of crazy. Beale loves to insist he's not a Nazi, but his denials read rather like notorious British fascist Arnold Leese who insisted that he didn't believe in the Holocaust because six million dead was chump numbers--Beale's biggest objection to the Third Reich is they lost. (Second biggest--they weren't Christian, though Beale's definition of Christian is so odd that trust me, the Reich largely fit it.) He regularly praises Norwegian mass murder Anders Breivik, and calls him 'Saint Anders'. He was also involved in the notorious three year attempt by the Alt-Right to hijack the Hugo Awards by mass slate voting during the nomination, which he used to get works by his awful publishing house to be finalists. (They all landed below No Award in votes.)

So, yes, quality people.

I'm saying all this to make it clear the road Muir's on now. He clearly needs validation, and well, Teddy's the guy for it. Beale declares victory with a dull regularity, and when reality does not oblige, explains how what has happened is exactly the victory he was talking about. So, as we await months of Muir declaring that the President-Elect is not the President-Elect, realize that his politics are likely going to get worse, people.

Oh, so worse.

Also, Beale appears to have noticed the praise--whether this leads to him trying to enlist Muir on one of his many money-making publishing schemes has yet to be seen. Let us wait to see if further nuttiness is down the road.

POSTSCRIPT--For more info on Beale, here is his rationalwiki entry. It has links to his blog, if like me, you are a masochist an, but I'm not going to link directly to it, partially because I'm not that cruel, and partially because Beale is quite fond of having his followers cyberstalk people.

Not What Happened Then. Not What's Happening Now.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because wherever I meet with a deck of cards, I lay my money down.

Of course, Gore was never 'President-Elect' for weeks. Further, Muir doesn't seem to realize that Trump is in the position that Gore was in. 

Only for more states.

With larger margins.

So, yeah. Trump's lost. 

Meanwhile At The Legion Of Doom...

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

...

Clearly, the Right will need an even bigger list, for its enemies, when it returns to power.

Neidermeyer Thinks He's Bluto.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because oh, Billy, don't you turn your back on me.

The funny thing is Muir thinks this is a joke, and not an accurate display of his ignorance of history.

Muir Salivates Over Killing His Fellow Citizens Again.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.

There's an embarrassment of crazy riches to... sample here. We start with Muir in pure Bizarro-Marxist mode, explaining the Iron Laws of history to us, demonstrating once again he's arrogant, ignorant blowhard who doesn't know what the hell he's talking about. We then move on to the desire for bloodletting, which would be terrifying, if we didn't have Muir absolutely pegged by now. He'll bluster, he'll beat up imaginary leftists in his awful cartoon, and that will be it.

He's lost. He lost when he won, honestly, because Muir wants things that can't happen. Because he's a nasty little cowardly fascist who hates this country, and thinks that he loves it.