"Scandalous Thursdays!"
"Hi! My name is Faith Margaret and I watch Scandal." I enjoy it. Thoroughly…and will blog right here about all new episodes on Thursday nights beginning next week. Oh! Your theories about what is happening next in this suspenseful show are welcomed along with my musings.
Okay. Okay. Okay. I
will say it. “What the hell is goings
on?!?” Now that we have that out of the
way, let’s see what I can manage after yawning through another lackluster episode of
Scandal.
Pope & Associates is still managing with just 1-2-3
gladiators. Are they ever going to
replace Harrison, already? I have run
through all the possible young, viral, delicious black actors that can take his
place. Let’s see… Terrence Howard. Michael Ealy.
Tristan Wilds. Derek Luke. Brian White.
Pooch Hall. Dolvett Quince. Oh!
Lance Gross. *staring off dreamily*
Huck is stalking his old family and missed the entire situation
unfolding across the way as young Faith was being murdered by some cat. His wife doesn’t believe the crazy and
ridiculous but so very real story he told her about the secret people coming to
murder his family if he did not go with them.
How terribly sad is that?!? It
know it sounds ridiculous and everything but this is Huck we’re talking about
here! Let that man see his baby boy,
already!
The POTUS is back to drinking now that Jake is once again the object of his obsession. Did I say, "again?" Trying
to get a confession out of a B6-13 operative is no easy thing, apparently. Asking the same question again and again,
refusing food and water. And good old
Jake was not even present in the damn room during that amateur interrogation!
He was far away thinking of relaxing and frolicking on an isolated beach
with the woman he loves that can’t possibly love him fully. And now the fellas get together to hash out a
little business about the death of the POTUS’ son. The obligatory pissing match
about The Olivia Pope
ensues. The woman that loves the good guys so she has to love Fitz and Jake…the ones that wear the white hats. By the way, that Olivia has a lot of damn nerve to call
her old lover and ask if he has her current lover, Jake in his possession. G A M E.
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| Commander in Chief, huh? |
Daddy Pope bangs on Olivia’s door hecka late night like the police just to
have a night cap?!? He always has some very sinister motive behind even the most gracious offering. Pay attention, baby girl!
Dig this, though. After noticing women on television floating around their home in beautiful bedtime wear, I thought to ask a few women about what they go to sleep in every
night. Most of us had the same commentary.
Tshirts, tank tops, night shirts, pj bottoms, fluffy socks.
Nobody and I mean, nobody said they went to sleep in the kinds of pajamas Olivia
wears. Silky. Luxurious.
Sexy. Very grown womanish. Dang! *gotta bring my pj swag up to par*
Daddy Pope, who is Command when Olivia is confronting him
about his damn biz’ness…is standing firm with his contention that Jake killed
Harrison (pour out a little liquor for your boy) and the POTUS’ son. Daddy Pope aka Command wants Olivia to believe
he let it all happen because he trained Jake and made him the B6-13 operative
he is today. I don't know...
Drunk Mellie and Smellie Mellie…a 2-for! Oh, but she is on the way back to being regular old calculating and cunning Mellie. Hearing that her son was
murdered as an act of terrorism crystalized things for her. A hot, steamy relaxing shower and she is back
in the game, baby! Wonder what color her dress will be tomorrow when she resumes the role of First Lady?
David Rosen was trying to make a booty call to O-Wishia
after midnight, remembering when they used to shower together. Ewwwww.
And just like I thought, he is being eaten up inside for trying
to be somebody by leveraging the B6-13 files that were entrusted to him to
bring down B6-13. O-Wishia storms over to Olivia's to confront her for turning her man into a hot ass mess only to find Olivia actually crying. Nothing like a good
cry session over a man to get old girlfriends that were bickering back to being
good friends again. Bastards!
Will we ever reach the frenetic pace and absolute shock of
seasons passed with this season of Scandal, fellow gladiators? Or are we doomed to watch this season have
starts and stops since last season WAS the finale for Scandal.
Come. On. Shonda.
Girl. Get. ‘Cho.
Life. Immediately. Please & thank you.
Side note: I wonder
if random cats are jumping the White House fence on Scandal? Prolly.
Not. But that is another post,
right?
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