It's the Day's Day of Days! Because actual cause of death, first degree irony.
Once again Muir's base assumption that anything he and his do is okay and that their bigotry is both proper and mandated leads him to create a bizarre definition of authoritarianism while ignoring how damn authoritarian he actually is.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because you ask a passer-by for directions, only to find he has no face or something.
Muir's ongoing vision of resistance of a government daring to arrest people--or more exactly, white people--for breaking the law manages to be as pathetic as always.
As does the twins' ongoing rocketing through puberty. I've said it before, and I'll say it again--there's something extra-cringey about how he draws a pair of 13 year olds like they were 18 year olds.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because someone smeared mystery on the locks.
It's kind of fascinating how badly the terrible political commentary and the lazy, anything goes plotline done by a man with no imagination hang together.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Robot, experience this tragic irony for me!
Ahh, yes. It's hateful and violent to not let Muir and his fellows be hateful and violent, and guns are magic.
Also, dear God, that baby is grotesque.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because maybe it's magic, or contains some kind of monster. The second one.
You know a crazy internet theory is in trouble when Muir is reduced to gibberish that fails to convey any sense of what he means.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because it's a magical river, that's how.
It says something that Muir has more or less deserted current events to dwell on distorted versions of past ones. And also to keep calling Democrats 'communists'.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because in the end it was not guns or bombs that defeated the creatures, but that humblest of all God's creatures, the tyrannosaurus rex.
I see Muir can't be bothered to spell heretics' names right. Shock.
