Dirty little secrets are a mere myth in Scandaland; they dont exist! It's just open brazenity (yeah I
made it up!) Just about everybody knows where all the bodies are buried, but no
one knows how to get to them or what to do about them, lest you get added to
the pile, just ask James … keep your secrets to yourself Scandalmongers!
RIP James
Wow, Shonda, darn you for making me feel some kind of way last night. OK, let’s take a moment to honor the fabulous, crazy, witty, aggravating mess of a journalist that was James Novak, beloved husband of Cyrus Beane. A beautiful back story was revealed on how James and Cyrus met, courted, fell in love and became one. Cyrus, your story was beautiful. You were clearly brave and caught off guard by a witty, charming, wisp of a guy who was sometimes the gnat you would swipe away from your face. Your perfect life partner. In you James saw the burly monster in the raw for who you were and from the get go. Straight up no chaser, he loved you out of the gate. He was your number one guy, ready to go through the thick and thin with you. Oh Cyrus, he was not to be disrespected; you would always know what was on his mind, until you wouldn’t. Dearest James, Cyrus’ brains, his genius and political savvy attracted you, but his heart kept you because it was weak for you. Despite everything you would live to know that you were his weakness and would be for the rest of your life, and that would be the downfall of the both of you. In another place, another time, the two of you and your chubby baby Ella would be happy as three pigs in a poke, but that’s not the case is it? You both constantly walked into the bright lights, the pull and the power of the big city and bathed in its sins. You were both good people. You were with the right person. It was the wrong time and circumstance for you to survive. Your reactions put in motions that will haunt you forever. James, you will be missed but you had to know at some point while dying in the streets with your killer looking on, your loving husbands reactions are to blame. Your reactions to his was a major contributing factor. Always the good reporter. Cyrus, for you my heart aches, your gut wrenching cries were so touching and true, I solidly feel for you.
OCP
Girl, you are surrounded by monsters and who do you call?
The beast originating Mastadon. C’mon girlie pops has a plan to use you to bring down this POTUS. You called daddy dearest to lend you his shoulder to lean
on. Didn’t quite go the way you wanted, did it? On the other hand, you’ve gained
insight to the monster that once shared your bed. Yes you are surrounded by
those void of humanity; moral fiber; and lack basic common sense. You tell them
to go left and right they go. Put your white hat back on honey, clean the
smudges off, ask forgiveness for your own backsliding ways and save the
republic. Spread your salvation to anyone that will listen. Lie to your friends for their own good. You are the Queen of the Gladiators, keep it right
there, get ready to fight the good fight. Your warriors are waiting. You’re
still my girl, ok this week!
Parental Units
Momma Mia and Poppa Pope. The best thing you ever did together was make a baby. After
that, everything went up in smoke, bombs, sniper attacks, etc. So Poppa you are
responsible for the deaths of 183 souls? Wifey has you beat with over 300 in
one pop. It was personal. She gets the beast crown this week. Marie Wallace aka
Momma Mia you have solid negotiations skills. Whatever you got hooked
up into with Adnan Salif, you even have that enemy of the state scared. So am
I. As you were!
Mel Oh Dee
(Emphasis on the OHHH) Gurl, you got you some!! Go Mellie, get your freak on! My girl Eileen said you ain’t had
none since Clinton was in office, but we know that is not quite true. We all remember the awkward near rape scenes where you took advantage of a drunken POTUS to get knocked up with the phantom baby you call Teddy. Or was that the year before? Digression aside, couldn't you have made it to a bed? You were inches away from the couch! Eager beaver Senator McSexy didn't wait for you to dispute this tete' this time. Getting pile driven on the floor after only having a half a glass of wine is no way for a lady to be treated. Right? How do the two of you look at each other in the morning? You're going to do it again, aren't you??? Do you remotely remember the speech about keeping your knees together to your husband's whore. What does that make you now? Judge not flotus.
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