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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.

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

Commander in Chief, huh?

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. 

 

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?

Now We Have A Show!

"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! 

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?!?

"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.

“I have back up plans for my back up plans.”  I thought I was the only one that did that!  Me.  Too.  Boo Boo.  There is nothing wrong with being prepared just in case things don’t go as planned.  A wise man once said, “If you stay ready, you ain’t got to get ready.”  Still trying to figure out the angle of Ellen’s wifey and why she wants Cyrus to get caught up.

Cyrus just may have met his match with that cat, “The Whore” that is trying to set him up.  The Whore had him all excited to take a stalker-ish call from him.  I’m not mad at him, though.  It is so intoxicating!  That getting to know this new person stage where you wait for their phone call, hang on their every word and imagine what being with them will be like.  Yeah…that!  Cyrus is in trouble.  Is that what escorts tell their johns?  They aren’t paying for sex but are paying for privacy and discretion? 

When is the last time you realized you were inside the bubble?  David Rosen is sitting at the grown ups table and he is enjoying himself, baby!  He has a habit of making himself look mighty good and saving his career by digging through those old B6-13 files

Daddy!

Jake gifted him with last year just looking for the dirtiest of dirt.  Now you know that I know that you know that I know Jake did not give the B6-13 files to David for that purpose.  But, he won.  The gun ruling was given in the POTUS’ favor.  The Judge killed himself.  And David’s white hat is getting dirtier and dirtier. 

I sorta kinda maybe prolly…hell, sure would like Command to be my Daddy in my dream life.  I mean, come on!  He is THE man.  He can make me breakfast.  He can pour my wine.  He can invite my lover and I over for dinner.  Olivia don’t love no damn, Jake!  How the hell does she ask that cat to have dinner with her father…Command…knowing he threw Jake in the hole and tortured him?  What is this thing with Jake trying to play hard to get with Olivia?  He is committed to getting her to understand that she needs to choose him, right?  Oh, but Jake has a little bit of game.  He keeps reminding Olivia that she is not his girlfriend, he damn sure ain’t her boyfriend and she is in love with another man.  But the sex is cool. 

O-Wishia and Olivia are growing to be enemies.  Olivia wants O-Wishia to stay out of her business and she kept it pretty and classy when she described why they are not as close, “…different paths.”  Note to self.  Did you check Olivia roll her sistah girl eyes at O-Wishia, though?   A good eye roll is an excellent compliment to get your pissivity or plain old annoyance across!  I use it liberally.   

Madam First Cray Cray gets excited and lifts her head out of the fog she is stumbling through with Uggs on, to dig into a story about a new bride pushing her husband off a cliff?  Those people look absolutely confused with being called to the White House for a PowerPoint presentation on how not to get away with murder, which they already knew.  “Womp, womp, womp.”  Are we going to see her in a straight jacket before the season is over?       

Jake is still investigating what happened to Harrison and is using Quinn to get that creepy Charlie to talk.  I want him to stop calling her, “Robin.”  She is incredibly confident this season and took some classes in how to whoop a suckas a@! in the off season.  She ain’t loyal, though just like Chris Brown said!  Jake is going to uncover what really happened last season and blow Olivia’s mind with what he discovers.  Her daddy is still Command. 

Shonda, Shonda, Shonda.  Certainly there is a method to this slow rolling boil that you are teasing us with.  This must surely lead to some amazing crescendo where we are all whooping and hollering and waiting with baited breath for next week’s episode.  Right?!?  *insert that sistah girl eye roll*

Side note:  there was no music in this episode until it was time to for the POTUS to ask O-Wishia about his one true love.    

Side note to the side note:  the legs of this show are clearly firmly rooted under the sordid affair between Olivia and the POTUS.  Set up the meet, already!

Bring On The Drama, Baby!

"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.

Still not buying the Jake and Olivia coupledom but I said that last week, huh?  And why is he not her boyfriend?  Is he only her boyfriend when they are strolling in the sun?  Does he not want to be at her apartment because that is where the drama with the POTUS happened?  Is he trying to get her on level playing field, maybe?  “If I wanna summon you, I will summon you.  Come here to me!”  Okay.  Maybe I can buy it a little bit. 

Our boy, Cyrus is back!  He always starts off nice enough but when he discovers you are not willing to give him what he wants, off come the gloves, baby!  Cyrus attempts to blackmail Olivia for taking money from the US government if she won’t do his bidding but she ain’t never scared.  I mean, her daddy is Command.  Until he pulls the trump card…Fitz!  He will throw a wrench in her attempt to move past that sordid affair with the POTUS and fill him with lies about Olivia wanting him and calling him and pining over him.  Now that’s a friend!  Who really is Cyrus’ friend?  Better yet, who is he a friend to? That.  Damn.  Cyrus.

The music is back! 

“I wonder wow!  He’s the greatest dancer!”

Anyone else notice Olivia is back to wearing white again.  But only on the top.  The bottom is reserved for black.  Message?

I just might be on Team Mellie this season.  She is a hot mess!  “This photo of you looking crazy is all over America and we have a problem!” says Cyrus in the only way he can say it.  Somebody needs to call Iyanla Vanzant so she can barge into the White House and help Mellie to fix her life!  Call a thing a thing, baby!  While she is at it, Iyanla can corner the POTUS and help him get his Presidential Balls back because he is just depressing to watch. 

Get yourself together, girl!

Abby (aka O-Wishia) is no Olivia, I don’t care what you say.  Olivia quarterbacking this thing is hilarious and Cyrus passes the information right along though he pretends he could care less.  I think O-Wishia really wants to be Olivia and she has always wanted to be Olivia but she will never be Olivia.  She did manage to pull off a fairly decent impression of Olivia when it counted, though and referencing Jackie Kennedy was a good move.  And Olivia managed to make that crazy couple irrelevant and give the POTUS just what he needed to make Madam First Cray Cray relatable to any other mother in the country.  Damn!  They still need Olivia.  White had still perched just so on her perfectly coiffed head. 

David.  David.  David.  *insert pitiful face*  Now he is going to run for Senate?  Not so fast, buddy.  Harrison’s reach stretches far beyond the grave with the falsified pictures accusing David of beating women so he won’t date Abby.  This cat has theeeeee worse luck ever!  But he still has those old B6-13 files to sift through and use what he finds to get him what he wants.  Clever, Mr. Rosen.  Clever.

I soooo do not want Huck and Quinn to be boos.  It’s just not right.  And it is gross.  And I want her to disappear.  “You could never mind your own business, Quinn!”

So Harrison's death is going to play itself out in a long plot this season?  Mama Pope, Command and the gross cat that loved Quinn still need to be woven into the picture.  A blind man can see that hot boy toy that was tempting Cyrus is bad news! Don’t do it, Cyrus!  It’s a damn set up by Ellen’s boo.  What?!?!  *fade out to Donna Summer’s music* 

Side note:  It took Mellie way to long to eat that fried chicken leg, by the way.  There is no nibbling on fried chicken!  Everybody knows that! 

Side note to the side note:  I was waiting for the drama, Ms. Shonda.  You are slowly dressing the table and I am waiting for the next course.  *dabbing my mouth with a napkin*