One Panel Of Crazy Assertions. That's The Strip.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Short Fuse.

Again, the ease with which Muir has decided an organization he likely didn't even know about was the realtrue enemy is both alarming and pathetic.

Muir Thinks That Thing Is Sexy.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Lady in Waiting.

Mr. Family Values. To be fair, looking at the Sam Shark Face stitched on to that body is bound to increase chastity.

USAID Is The New DEI.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Suitable for Framing.

As we stare at Muir's latest second hand conspiracy theory, which will be a simple fact of the world until it suddenly isn't, I feel once again obligated to note how dull it is that Muir's cast are always treated as privileged elites who must be petted, feted, and most of all, obeyed.

Reveling In His Own Awfulness.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Dead Weight.

You know, there's gonna be a lot of darkly amusing unpersonings happening in the years and months ahead.

Who Is Talking In That First Panel, And Why Do They Look Like An Ugly Muppet?

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Death Lends a Hand.

It's says something that Muir's Evil Conspiracy of Evil can only ineffectually pester the protagonists while causing hideous damage to their own side.

Well, That's Ghastly.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Murder by the Book.

The crossover of Muir's clear admiration for the horrors of incompetence that are Musk's men from MEME, and his hideous murderous fantasies are... well, a thing.

A reminder that Muir used to feel we had an obligation to act against people who wanted to do things like this. But that was different. Those people were brown.

USAID! Muir Always Knew It Was Them! Even When It Was Immigrants, He Knew It Was Them!

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Ransom for a Dead Man.

The chemical marriage of Muir's pregnancy fetish and the imbecilic conspiracy theory of the day. 

Classic.