You Know, Just Relatable Human Situations.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Whosis Kid.

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My Favorite Martian did this sort of plot with more depth and thoughtfulness.

Ahh, man, now I've made myself sad about Ray Walston. And he's been dead for over twenty years now.

He Imagines This Is A Christian Sentiment.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Mike or Alec or Rufus.

So there are three major things to unpack in this--first of course, is Muir's always self-righteous version of God-bothering, where bigotry and awfulness are part of what mark you as the chosen and where you are being so persecuted, man, for this, which shows you're a For Real And True Christian.

The second is how this is a good example of the Romans' weird status in Muir's Right Wing Pop History mind. They're to be respected, some of the time, because Western Civilization, but only some of the time, because the Decadence, and also, Bad to Christians. In essence, they don't get the love the Spartans get, because Muir doesn't see them doing That One Cool Thing.

The third, of course, is that Muir's still trying to make Teeter a thing.

He Spouts Drivel, And Thinks It Is Wit.

 It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Who Killed Bob Teal?

There's nothing particularly surprising in Muir's latest bit of fascist projection. Muir panics, as he has been panicking, at the sudden discovery that bullets can kill people like him too, and from this spawns vast armies of deranged leftists out to kill him and his. He points to a group of fundamentally apolitical sociopaths, and screams that they are leftists, yes, yes, they are. He talks about people who hate Americans, and what he means is people like him, white male fascists, because those are the only real Americans in his mind and everyone else is just pretending. And from there, we are treated to Muir describing his imagined foe, and coming up with himself, yet again, and then spouting bizarre misogynistic nonsense that he seems to think is political theory.

What's coming through in all this is how little Muir is enjoying this presidency. Because victory is always hollow since it never gets him all the things he wants--which are impossible--and because even a good portion of the things he wants are stupid and self-defeating, getting those tends to result in reality starting to hit, first a little, and then very hard.

And he's never learned. Not a bit.

Well.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Golden Horseshoe.

I reiterate, the robot sex fetish is just so weird.

The Sharp Mind That Runs This Thing On Constant Handouts From Wealthy Friends!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because Women, Politics, & Murder.

Sometimes it's underlined that Muir made Skye worse when decided to fix her and make her a Right Winger.

And she was pretty horrible before that.

Eva's Going To Devolve Into Abstract Shapes In Response To This.

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The Girl with the Silver Eyes.

In my mind, Skye has become some grotesque creature whose appearance destroys sanity and that's why we haven't seen her for two strips in which she has been talking with her own daughter.

Free Speech! Except When Muir Doesn't Want It!

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because The House in Turk Street.

As we watch Muir reiterate that he wants absolute licence for he and his, absolute submission from everyone else, let's just consider that last line.

Muir has regularly fantasized about killing those he doesn't like. But that doesn't count. Because he got reminded that he is mortal and bullets don't care about what your politics are, so now he's gonna pearlclutch, try to pretend that it's his opponents who are like that, not him, and in essence, desperately pretend to the moral high ground. Because the civil war and bloody purge weren't supposed to carry the risk of being one of the people getting killed.