"Yep, Take That Imaginary Leftists!"

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

Clearly Muir's going to be enjoying this joke for a while.  Because nothing says how cool the compound is by showing what utter morons its foes are.

"Ha! My Imaginary Leftists Are So Stupid!"

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

Meanwhile, in the real world, his hero came up with a bill named FART.

"See? I Have Imaginary Minorities In My Perfect Militia, So... Not A Nazi!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Mamma Mia, here I go again.

Amazing how they're skating around the "Look, they effing shoot Mexicans," in this discussion of why the compound dwellers are Nazis...

"Right, We Could Talk About Things That Are Happening, But Let's Talk About Imaginary Murder Machines Instead!"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because pet health.

It's kind of funny, how quickly Muir has retreated back to the same fantasy world he was writing about before Trump won. 

In the sad, twisted sort of funny manner.

"That And We Run A Fascist Militia From Our Compound. Which Is Our God-Given Right As MURICANS!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because loud phone conversations.

The demonspawn continue to look like creatures from nightmares.

"...T-Take That, Hillary! Take... Take It Y-YET Again!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because I say I believe.

It's hard not to feel that yelling at Hillary supporters--nearly two years after the election now--has become a talisman that Muir clutches very tightly in his hands these days.

"Always Time For A Condom Joke!"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because flowers deployed.

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And the saddest thing is this is the best strip in months.  I mean, it's still terrible, but one can at least understand the basic joke without too much trouble.  Or alcohol.