And Rodenberry Turns In His Grave...

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because they call me the wild rose.

...

The utter lack of any real direction for this strip only makes the grotesqueness of the art stand out more.

Throwing A Stone From A Glass House.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because exclusive poster inside!

He has the girl he aged up so he could draw softcore of her say this.

While doing a pinup pose on top of it.

If He Keeps Insisting It's The Truth, It Magically Will Be The Truth.

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

Ahh, Muir's insistence that Biden is simply a puppet and his bizarre Schwarzenegger fixation. Two running gags that just... keep on.

Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheeple?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because old No. 7.

Sometimes Muir just wants to jabber about the made-up hi-tech gizmos he gives the cast like candy, and so you get a strip like this with a lot of that, and then a weak punchline.  It's as if E.E. "Doc" Smith were reincarnated and writing a bad political comic strip.

The Show With The Robuts And The Jokes!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Rockford music.

There is something genuinely nerve-wracking in how off-kilter this strip has gotten, in that it tries something like this as a heartwarming moment.

The Bizarre Soap Opera With Robots Nobody Wanted.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because spicy hash browns.

...

Sometimes you get reminded how bizarre every single decision Muir has made as regards the cast, and the plot are.

Yup, The Great Uprising Will Come ANY Minute Now.

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

The interesting thing is how vague Muir's complaints are outside the racist nonsense against immigrants. And Muir depicts his cast as among those awoken by this terrible, yet indeterminate oppression, despite the fact that they have literally been living as de facto racist militia for nearly a decade now.