"How Dare They Support The Impure!"

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

Muir is trying to find his way back to his previous stance of Trump support, I see.

Called It.

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

Always knew Sam would love them.

Because, you know she's such an all-American.

Ha... Ha...?

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because nightmares in the night.

As I'm fond of noting there's a tendency for the details of Muir's created world to collide with each other with a sort of fevered aplomb, setting up all sorts of strange contradictions, all so that his cast can be simultaneously the persecuted few and the hidden elite.  Which isn't necessarily that odd an idea, but Muir is simply very bad at keeping the joins from showing.

"Hoo Ha! Casual BIGOTRY!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because portrait of a cow.

Hick Redneck just gets more and more... charming.

The Strip's Own Wesley Crusher. God Save Us All.

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Angelica Huston.

So, Muir has really added a child prodigy who invents stuff to his cast.

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Huh.

The California Hate Continues.

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because neon dog.

"My grandmother went to Frisco last year.  She said it was quite nice."

"Your grandmother was WRONG!"

Old Man Shouts At Cloud Through "Black" Sockpuppet.

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

"I have no idea exactly what I'm complaining about, but I know that I hate California!"