OK, I'm whispering again... not
because I'm hoarse this time, I'm scared! I'm hiding, you know, in the booth,
in the back, in the corner, in the dark! I'm afraid I'll be found because I can
hear these voices in my head and my heart pounding in my ears, and If I can
hear them, so can the murderers on Scandal. This will be short and sweet, the
voices are now having conversations...Shhhh......!
David, James and the original whistleblowett duo
OK, for one of you there is going to be a funeral of
massive proportions, maybe? Before I go all Mahalia Jackson and start singing
Precious Lord in memorium, let me extend my reporter skills and ask a couple of
questions; you first David. How exactly did you know that there was a
"hit" out on you? Did you hear it from the blue collar crime
syndicate? As a matter of fact, ever since James brought this information to
you, there has been a wait and see attitude exuding from you until you got the
tape. Is there is a little smudge of black in your white hat? You are really
leading us on aren't you? If you get axed then Abby retreats to her former
shabby self and will be left a blithering pile of I can't even think
about it. She will be looking for, but will not quite know how to exact
revenge. James. An APOLOGY! Really? All you wanted from your husband was an
apology??? You helped this get this party train started when you realized you
were being whored out by the monster you share your bed with. Decisions are long
lasting and life changing, right? You swiped right, when you should have swiped
left darlin. Your realization that all you wanted was an apology was clearly
punctuated by seeing Jake with a real-life silencer moving quickly like a knife
cutting into the thick of the night. Proficient, efficient, quick. Lights out.
Dead. Gone. Dead. (Sorry, that wasn't a question was it?) or.....maybe neither
of you is dead. Ouch!!! Wait a minute! Jake switched guns. Somebody else died,
he reached in his back pocket and took out a second gun. You heard pop, pop,
pause, then pow! Hmm, maybe Jake did us all a favor and popped Creepy Charlie!
Cyrus
I don't know what you are this week,
you have changed everything for me. I know darn well the former Command would
not "do your damned bidding" and just knock off the Vice President! I
do recall a few episodes back when Fitz was talking openly in the Oval about
getting rid of B613, all you could do was cower, duck and run to the corners,
fearful, screaming, oh please don't ever say that again, as if to distance
yourself from his statements. Command commanded you. You didn't have it twisted
then, don't now. You were terrified of him. You wouldn't part your lips to ask
such of him. It was a desperate enough try, though. I thought you were riveting
when you found out James bent over backwards, forwards and sideways for Daniel
Douglass at your behest, but oohh emmm geee baby, I felt your pain and a tear
even escaped my eyes for you, ok I lied, a half a tear. (in my Shug Avery voice
- "you sho is ugly" when make that sympathy face) You, like your
husband James set things in motion when looking for dirt on Sally Langston to
keep her in check. I'd say she took that banging you gave her life and poked
you right back in yours. Now, it's a good chance both of you are widows. You
were galant in the end, you fell on your sword for your hubby much too late,
"It's all my fault....Do what you want with me; with us..." Too late
to be straight!
Sally Langston
Swipe! You compared yourself to
Jesus being betrayed by Judas. Brilliant. Swipe! Everybody is the darned devil
except you. Swipe! You confessed to your preacher and scared Jesus out of him!!
Swipe!! Your Cray-Card is working overtime now isn't it? Your performance this
week was riveting. Hysterical, but riveting. Like Bacon much? My goodness
girlie, what's next for you? Holy twerking on stage with the ghost of Daniel
Douglass singing a Happy duo with Pharrel wearing a hat and corn cob pipe? Word
of advice, just don your little red cape honey, run up the road a piece into
the woods near Rock Creek Park, sit there and wait. Someone named Wolfie will
be along shortly, to ehem, give you a ride! I have to give it to you, you saved
yourself when Fitz threw the debate into your lap just as you were about to
commit political suicide. You thought it was God talking to you when indeed,
that piggy just threw you his tail to chew on, and you took the bait. Yum yum
crispy piggy; yum yum!!
Leo
You're still smarmy. As a potential
chief of staff for the new administration I see you being a bit more pettey
than Cyrus; you don't have the brain power to be ruthless, you just like to
pony-prance about and make statements about that string bean in your britches,
who cares about your boner! Take my advice. Marry Sally. She is going to
need a handler 24-7. You've nothing better to do. She's probably getting closer
to staying in the White House now, so I'm thinking as a power hungry moron this
would probably be the next best move for you. I pray your little victory dance
will be short lived - but I'm thinking the two of you deserve each other. You
get big ups for having a larger than pea sized brain. When Rowan splained to
you that you would be fired. You believed him. That's the first thing you've
done that made me believe you are human. Maybe Jake shot your ass, hey,
if he did, I'd pack up and run away with him myself!
Something sexy this way came Jake the snake-fake-boyfriend-paper salesman
OK, you have truly morphed
into the Big Dog. Man you are on fiyar and are transforming into something, I
don't want to have to look over my shoulders and see coming! Don't get me
wrong, you're neither a Mastodon nor a Smithsonian curator- the former
Command would not be doing his own wet work. It looks to me like you actually
like wet work! I'm not even going to inquire as to who you killed, but there's
this theory brewing that maybe another anonymous B613 was killed to save both
James and David who have now soiled their pants in public and under the
streetlight. Why did you switch guns? After the silencer, you switched guns and
shot with a revolver, why did you do that? You asked Liv to run away with you.
I get it, you really love this chick. Are you really willing to
wait in the shadows until she becomes bored with the most powerful man, ah
excuse me, the second most powerful man in the US. Will you be there in
the shadows waiting to whisk her away? Will this power thing just rock your
friggin world? You do realize that you are now becoming another thing that goes
bump in the night pretty much like her dad, right? Do you know she is going to
start to look at you differently? How could you face her if you had to kill one
or two people in which she has a personal relationship? My bad, too many
questions. *Drops the mike* ... I'm walking away... backing away... I
need to keep you in front of me..... nice doggy....
OCP
MUR DER RERS are not laughing
matters, yet you insist on surrounding yourself with them. If just about
everyone in your life is a killer, you are certainly in the wrong business,
there's nothing to fix here, go straight to the body bags. Unlike the air
Mellie breathes, yours must be stifling, and all the time. I see why you take
in the here and the now and make it work for you in that moment because one of
your loved ones are always running amock! Hell, I want you to go
somewhere and make jam, because you are really not dealing with the stress very
well. You should have run away with Jake, now there will be hell to pay.
By the way, heard from Momma lately???
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