It's the Day's Day of Days! Because it didn't look good.
Fascism deprived of any pretense of grandeur. The belief that you are horribly set upon by not always getting your own way, but that you will inevitably triumph for you are strong by virtue of being of the purer race, and your foes are weak and decadent.
And that you will be immortalized, for you are strong and righteous.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because extra toasty.
It's hard to figure what is worse... the awful drawings, static poses, or the nasty libertarianism as a cloak for fascism, where the government is being tyrannical if it doesn't let angry white guys beat and oppress whoever they want. It's all a pretty putrid blend.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because spectres.
There's just so much insecurity masquerading as strength in this strip.
On all sorts of subjects.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because truffles.
And finally, after months, Muir mentions the Russo-Ukrainian War and from the way he talks about it, you'd think Russia was winning, instead of having its ass kicked and going towards idiotic recruitment methods to try and create a new army to fight the losing war. But then, Muir lays it out here--like all fascists he thinks being a crude bully proves you're brave and strong, a real man, and others are weak, effeminate, inferior. The idea that he is a blustery, brittle coward watching a blustery, brittle, cowardly nation break and fail is anathema.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because cities on fire with rock and roll.
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Muir's combination of not knowing what the hell he's talking about but thinking he does sure is a thing, in'it?
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because never seen it before, who cares.
Remember when Muir tried to make the racist thug who ran over counterprotestors and killed a woman the victim? And here he is, crying crocodile tears about some incident that either didn't happen, or didn't happen the way he said it did.
Because he's fascist filth.
It's the Day's Day of Days! Because cloudburst.
There are two things of interest in this strip. The first is Muir's fantasy version of what happened to the refugees shipped to Martha's Vineyard, where he again assumes that obviously liberals must be as racist as him, and gets his facts wrong to try and make it match that picture. (Those refugees are now in Cape Cod, by the way.) He seizes on misconstrued details, misunderstands things and in essence makes himself even more stupid and wretched all to keep himself from acknowledging the pathetic thing he is.
The other is that Gov. Abbot has joined the heretics, because the circle can only grow smaller.
