Game of Thrones 5. It’s about offspring. Khaleesi’s children. Her dragons. Jon is the son of her older brother. And Ned’s sister. He too proves to be a flame whisperer. A volatile collision of fire and ice. Cersei’s having another heir. Is it Jaime’s? Hormones and the Iron Queen. Not good. Sam is the kin of a brave cremated father and brother. Who is Arya? She is no one. Greyjoy’s daughter captive by her uncle. Inherited connections are looming as Winter is Coming. Littlefinger holds the key. Never count out the Hound. More unforeseen family ties? Two more episodes this season. We’ll see.
Game of Thrones 4. Valyrian dagger. Needle too. Brienne challenges Arya who emerges as the steel of the North. Sansa is depressed. Littlefinger is impressed. In the South. Cersei is possessive of her Iron Throne. Jon Snow tries to thwart dragon incineration of her Lannister shields. Khaleesi not to be deterred. Who pushed Jaime into the drink? A hunky Tyrell?
Meanwhile. Over at Ray Donovan. It will take mettle to get through this one.
Bill O’Reilly sliming up Surf Lodge in Montauk as former colleague Bolling’s junk surfaces. FoxBot fun. Liev Schreiber ditching his Victorian britches for L.A. Ray. Donovan returns. Yay. Hacked footage. GOT to stay away from HuffPost. Tiger and Putin shirtless spear-fishing.
Not chainmaille. Chain mail. Raven post. Separate messages from Sam & Tyrion to Jon Snow that could change fortunes at Dragonstone. Is Bran the only one who knows Jon’s true relationship to Khaleesi? A confrontation to come with Cersei? We’ll see. Get rid of Littlefinger & Varys. They are whores who can never be trusted.
Email will be center stage this week. From Jared to Junior. Trump’s tweeter is off the rails. Memo to Sessions. Bye. Bye. Already. And. Prognostication about Speith’s British Open choke was premature. He was starting to prove me right on early holes Sunday, then had a miraculous rally. If he didn’t take so long to make a shot, he’d be worth watching.
1:08 PM. Frank Underwood Trumped. Can’t make this up. Doddering Don throws his Attorney General under the bus. Threatens Special Counsel. Calls in the New York Times to put it all on the record. Spicey and Melissa McCarthy out. Scaramucci in. Junior donning a flack jacket. ‘JIvanka’ still around. For now. New York contingent rising. Eric smart to stay far away. Tiffany partying in the Hamptons. Barron hiding behind Mommy Melania’s de Schooten skirt.
Everybody waiting for the next Manolo Blahnik to drop.
Game of Thrones returns. After reviewing the last two episodes of gory wars, exploding bodies, and dogs’ ravenous dinner of Ramsay, Season 7 began. It couldn’t get grosser, could it? Oh yes. How does a library become a cesspool. Literally. There are tomes and turds galore. And.
Speaking of bad reads. Leaving Lucy Pear, Solomon’s “mother load” touted by WaPo, is a dud.
Morning Joe hosts. Mika “know your value” can’t read a quote without mangling it in an Ambien slurred haze. Still frothy from getting proposed to by Joe. Schmo who writes lame love songs at 50-something pretending to be a rocker at NBC-sycophantic gigs on the West Side. Together they courted Trump and propped him up until it didn’t suit their audience anymore. Then. They slay him now everyday. On Colbert Scarborough ditches the Republican party. Always for ratings. Hypocrites from hell. Tacky selfie-sicks buying mansions on Nantucket. YUK.