I am spectacular, but I can’t compete with religious fervor. But no, I was not praying that she’d be blown up today. I am not miserable. I’m celebrating. Because Olivia Pope still walks this Earth. She’s still alive. And as long as she’s still alive, well, she’s your flaw. Your Achilles heel. Which makes her my weapon. She’s the strings that if need be I will pull to make my puppet husband dance. So cheers, baby. Drink up. I live to fight another day.