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"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.

Nice start.  A little “Controversy” by Your Royal Badness for your viewing pleasure today, ladies and gentlemen. 

A cry for help can’t get any louder than the POTUS and Madam First Cray Cray’s baby girl getting high out of her mind and reportedly exploring her sexuality at a raging college party.  Auntie Olivia to the rescue with the helicopter ride on the damn roof of the party that seemed hella live (anyone from LA in the 80’s and 90’s should remember that saying).  When will these kids (and some adults) ever learn that smart phones are not always our friends?!?  I think kids should be made to sign a “Smart Phone Contract” when they get their first phone and every subsequent upgrade just to be sure everyone is clear about the rules of the game.  Especially if the parents are paying for said smart phones.  No.  Pictures.  Or.  Videos.  Ever.  And the parents of one of the boys want $2.5 million dollars for the sex tape of the POTUS’ daughter plus a little more for good measure?!?  Well, damn!  They didn’t know with whom they were dealing with.  Think again, rich mom and dad.   

Now you know good and damn well the Obama girls will NOT be caught doing any of that foolishness.  Instead of the Secret Service escorting Sasha and Malia out of some party, you best believe their Mama and Nana would march right up and through there and drag them out.  With all quickness.

Command is trying to kill Jake.  Again.  Note to self:  Remember to look for flashing red lights underneath your vehicle if it ever gets crazy out in these streets.  Who knew?!?  Oh, Lord Jesus!  Command is disappointed in Tom his, “Golden Boy”…one of his favorites. “Disappointment often turns to frustration.  Frustration turns to resentment.

Resentment turns to anger.  Anger to rage.  Rage to indifference.  And once I am indifferent?  Well, I will have forgotten that you were ever one of my favorites.”  Don’t let Command down, Tom!  *biting my nails*  Tom is about to be found out!  That’s the President’s boy.  Or so he thought. 

Jake is in trouble, trouble, trouble.

Jake is on a one-man mission to turn the entire town against Command.  He makes a beeline to David Rosen telling him to leak the B6-13 files should something happen to him.  Oh, but David got some cajones tonight (short lived, of course) and declined the directive claiming patriotism to the good old US of A.  It’s almost as if Jake said, “Boy, bye!” right before he penned him up.  What will he do now to be powerful in Washington?  Loses.  Again. 

 

Cyrus is caught up with that callboy.  Nothing good can come from that foolishness. 

Madam First Cray Cray had to get her life real quick when she attempted to snatch Olivia in the hall of the White House like she saw a damn ghost.  Cyrus got a quick jab in asking if Madam First Cray Cray had on a new color of Uggs.  Hilarious!  Oh, Mellie…how she must feel knowing her last surviving child called her husband’s mistress to help her in time of crisis.  Is that really that surprising, though?  Come on.  She’s Olivia Pope!  The fixer.  Geez…  Fascinating play on female empowerment, conscious choices and sexism. 

Well alright, POTUS!  He READ Drunk Mellie, Bad Hygiene Mellie, Smellie Mellie, Screw Everything to Hell Mellie, Cry Baby Mellie, Eat Everything That Is Not Nailed Down Mellie.  But not Righteous History Rewriting Mellie.  No sir.  No ma’am.  Not today!  In no uncertain terms he directed Smellie Mellie to get all of her natural life before she comes telling him not to call Olivia to fix the latest mess.  Thought she was on the ropes until she reminded him that baby girl takes after him.  Sex tape, indeed! 

Oh!  The Gladiators are in the White House and O-Wishia is trying to pull rank.  It’s not working out for her very well.  Cyrus reminds her that she just ain’t Olivia, “You are not Olivia.  You will never be Olivia.  Hating Olivia for your own shortcomings will never change that fact.”  I think she should just pick up her Gladiator gear and go back home to Olivia.

Diana Ross, baby!  “I’m coming out!  I want the world to know.  I’ve got to let it show.”  In the 80’s I fantasized that Ms. Ross was my mother and she would call me out on stage to perform with her.  I digress…

Olivia and Fitz finally have their moment and it was so intense!  The primal lust and dramatic love that keeps them bonded together like crazy glue is palpable.  Even from across the room they are still so so close.  But she managed to walk away.  Good girl!  For now…  Spoke too soon.  *cue that music they play when Olivia and Fitz have a moment*  Fitz got mad skillz, Yo!  Best way to end the party in both of their pants though is to reference good old Jake.  Womp.  Womp.  Womp.  Now somebody else wants Jake dead. 

That damn Command!  *clapping my hands excitedly* Here comes the drama!  He’s a bad…shut your mouth!  He straight looks Tom in the eyes and gets clear with him just how this thing is going to go down.  Command always gets his man, baby!  “Who gave you the order to kill the President’s son?!?”  Jake.  Ballard.  That Command ain’t nothing to f*!k with.  Shout out to Wu-Tang…

I still can’t stand Quinn.  At all.  Prolly never will.  And I am okay with that.  UGH! 

Side note:  Has anyone eaten at Gettysburger?  Good or naw?

Side note to the side note:  She’s baaaacckkkk!