"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.
There. She. Is. Mama
Pope is back looking all disheveled and diabolical. “Thank you, baby! Thank you for getting me outta there.” Apparently she believes Olivia is on her team
and will “handle” them. Or nah. Three The Hard Way (Olivia, Fitz & Jake) need Mama Pope to inform them what the
hells is goings on with Daddy Pope but she ain’t having no parts of that. Olivia tries to press the issue and Mama Pope
is unfazed. Doesn’t even flinch, really. “You have a PhD in his crazy.” I am going to save that for clever use when
one of my good friends is crying and losing her damn mind over some cat that
means her no damn good. Mama Pope has
good sense and advises her child to get her life, stop sleeping around with powerful
men and get over her crazy daddy. “Look
around, Boo…” Mama Pope is the cold one.
Daddy Pope is the loving one. I, for one am ready to see the real showdown between Daddy and Mama Pope.
Oh, Huck. Poor
Huck. Little Huck saw his Daddy do a horrible thing to that pock-faced man and now there is nothing Huck can do about it. Except maybe further traumatize his baby mama
with B6-13 files that detail the horrible things that happened to him causing
him to disappear. I guess it could work...
Command is distributing Kill Cards around town and cleaning house of
B6-13 by knocking them off one by one?
That gross cat, Charlie makes my skin crawl and is carrying a Kill Card for Quinn. These two get to get throwin' ‘dem bows after some of that nasty bumping and grinding they like to partake in. Must admit Quinn got mad squabbles, Yo and puts them paws on old Charlie. But, c’mon, son! Who the hell sits with their mortal enemy while nursing their wounds and catches up on family drama after a damn beat down?!? Quinn is just so…random with her
lust. Always lurking around. Ugh…I still do not like her and wish Shonda
girl would get rid of her already and replace Harrison with another hot black
man.
Looks like O-Wishia has picked herself up, dusted herself
off, adjusted her power suit and is ready to start all over again after the drama with her abusive ex
husband. She is always caught off guard
in the Press Room at the White House. The
last to know e’ry damn thang! Well...except for poor, poor David Rosen. Just
like last week and the week before that and the week before that, David has a big “L” for loser stamped on his forehead. During his deposition of O-Wishia he gets to
hear her say she was sleeping with that Leo Bergen cat. Cue “Endless Love.” Somebody give this cat some game,
already. *exasperated sigh*
All of Cyrus’ hot steamy and passionate love is in
everyone’s living room for commentary, thanks to Ellen's Boo and the philandering Vice President.
That is a crisis the Presidency can’t afford right about now. Pillow talk is something else, ain’t
it? Olivia figured the White House could
get around that drama by Cyrus marrying the boy toy because everyone loves a good love story. “I was in the closet for 40 years. I only slept with 2 men. One was the love of my life. The other was a prostitute.” Cyrus refuses to dishonor James’ memory by
marrying the boy toy to avoid the scandal.
But he will quit instead. “Damn!
Damn! Damn!” Where is Florida Evans when you need her? Forget Flo.
Summons Olivia to give Cyrus some straightenin’. Olivia basically told Cyrus to put his big
girl panties on, stop being a bitch baby and get back in the damn game! I soooo want to have that kind of moment with somebody. “Oh yeah, so you’re
not a bitch baby?!?” Love. It. Cyrus said, hell naw he ain't nobody's bitch baby but is one of the most powerful men in the world. Just like that, he's back in the game. That’s my man!!!
The Vice President has a fetish of sorts with the ladies, wouldn’t you
say? A signature move, huh? Mellie smoothed played receiving that news
off like a pro but she has got pissed off to the highest level of
pissivity! Fix that by telling old girl
she better watch herself for STDs and get on the right team because her
husband, the POTUS is the ticket to bet on.
Womp. Womp. Womp.
Daddy Pope loves a good glass of red wine, don’t he? He waits for Olivia at her dining room
table with a damn Stevie Wonder album to start another of his masterful monologues. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Command...
“COULD YOU BE MORE UNGRATEFUL?!? You're my flesh. There would be NO Olivia Pope if not for me. As difficult as it is to admit, I have failed as a father. And it saddens me because I bled, toiled and allowed myself to be hated all for your protection. All so you could believe that you are truly special. But instead of gratitude I get scorn, ridicule, mockery and worst of all a daughter who sends in her clan of good old boys to kill me. Your own blood. Every. Chance. You. Get. It is your life that is sad. It is you who cannot be normal. It is you who has no comprehension of love. So what? Your stomach turns every time you look at
me? Well let me be the one to break it
to you, Oliva. You are simply looking in the mirror!” He. Ain’t
Neva. Lied. And Olivia thinks she has the guts to shoot
her own father?!? Girl, bye! With a gun he easily laid down on the dining
room table to tempt Olivia to take the kill shot when it first presented itself
to her, their fate is sealed. “Olivia. Watch yourself." Everybody knows what that means when your parent tells you that. They. Are. Pissed. "ARE YOU
KIDDING ME?!? Are you kidding me?!? You just shot you own father. You just shot me. Never, never in a million years did I think that you would be willing to pull the trigger.” Olivia broke his heart with
her willingness to kill him and in that moment I am certain Command aka Daddy
Pope would never ever ever kill his child.
He loves her so and is steadfast in his commitment to give her the best
life possible even while being the menacing shadow that lurks around the
corners. “No matter how hard you try to deny it. You will miss me when I’m gone.”
I want that black shawl, robe thingie Olivia had on when
she put Stevie Wonder on the record player.
The same album Daddy Pope lovingly referred to right before she tried to
kill him. Let me find out Kerry Washington can get down
with the get down! Go Jake! Go Jake!
Go Jake! Am I the only one that
gets tickled watching white folks get their groove on? You never know if they are going to delight
you with soul that keeps them right on beat with everyone else or leave you
wanting to turn the music off to offer a free class on staying on beat. Bless their hearts. I still don't understand why soul and rhythm aren't distributed evenly amongst all of us? I digress. Jake did alright for himself, though. So, finally Olivia admits she wants Fitz AND she
wants Jake AND she ain’t choosing. Not
today. Not tomorrow. Today it’s all about pleasing Olivia and she
wants to be happy and free. G A M E.
Lovemaking on the piano will have to wait for now, unfortunately. The Vice
President is playing hard ball and kidnapped Olivia to manipulate the nation's foreign policy to his liking. What a waste of a good generous glass of red wine.
Until January 29th in the year of our Lord 2015, gladiators…
Side note: If Joe Morton does not get an Emmy nod he better, dammit!
Side note to the side note: I might just put that last black and white coat on my list for Santa. I mean...I have been a good, good girl this year.
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