by DICK CHENEY
It is not easy being a blogger, but it is a lot better than being Sansa Stark. Before I recapped Game of Thrones to while away the remaining years of my retirement, I worked in the White House where I was a part of several prominent conspiracies, I use the term ‘conspiracy’ in its most literal sense, because the most I ever accomplished in whispers was to get a young Hawaiian kid with a ton of political promise addicted to smoking, and pay women to dump Joe Biden for the last forty years.
If you know someone’s weakness, then you own them. Here are some weaknesses I have noticed in people over the years:
Clint Eastwood: neckbeard
Monica Lewinsky: regular orgasms
Frankie Muniz: crack
Bethenny Frankel: rompers
George Michael: condoms or cousins, depending on the GM
Ed Sheeran: pubes are neon
Bill de Blasio: hates actually making decisions
Chris Evans: loves baby food
Helen Mirren: whores
Jon Snow: black and white cookies
George R.R. Martin: writing
Cersei Lannister: Monty Python
Sir Kevan Lannister: love of Casterly Rock’s numerous panini restaurants
You see how I started things off by taking shots at prominent Democrats, but then by the end I was making trenchant commentary about GoT?
The New York Post and certain other publications for reasons too stupid to understand are no longer printing the word whore. Instead they write w—e, as if we will not know exactly what is being talked about. Any legitimate journalist outlet which censors words for any reason should shut down. Hope this leads to the end of Anne Lamott’s career.
Tyrion Lannister has no problem saying the w word. In a pinch, he will begin spontaneously humble-bragging about his penis, which he has named Tuesday Held. My younger readers probably don’t remember Tuesday Weld. When Stanley Kubrick asked Ms. Weld to play the part of Lolita, she told him, “I don’t need to play the part of Lolita, I am Lolita.” Peter Dinklage would make a fantastic Humbert Humbert.
Instead he has been abducted by the Onion Knight’s best buddy, creating the first workable beginnings of the alliance between Stannis Baratheon and the Targaryens. (Please include the previous sentence somewhere in my eulogy. TY) I foresee Jorah ruling the fighting pits by giving all his opponents greyscale and insisting that Stannis will love them despite it.
Jaime and Bronn’s dumb sally into Dorne more resembles The Three Amigos than anything else. Watching Jaime’s lame sword-play makes it seem ridiculous that he could fend off any trained warrior for more than a minute, let alone several with whips reminiscent of a young Jamie Dornan. I guess maybe they took pity on him.
Things go even worse for the Tyrells. The old woman’s husband is destined to become one of the many faces the Braavosi rely upon to blow bubbles on the stomachs of young children in order to enshre regular tickles. Incidentally, the tickling industry has a powerful lobby, and Gwyneth Paltrow has an annual tickle spend of £2.2 million. Imagine how much Rachel McAdams’ husband has to spend on her tickles. It would be ludicrous if it wasn’t completely believable.
As for Ser Loras: my sympathy extends only so far. Renly Baratheon’s sexuality was fairly fluid. If my readings of the companion graphic novel to A Song of Ice and Fire are correct, he slipped Brienne a French kiss from time to time as well. No man can entirely resist the appeal of a woman. Let’s get real: even the foulest female smells like vanilla in the summertime. Ser Loras, however, wasn’t about that life. He thought that women — including his own sister — were the grossest. Margaery’s lack of inner beauty may legit be the reason Loras was gay.
As for Sansa, she was completely savvy in one scene and an utter dunce in the next. She could not really think talking about Tyrion in a favorable way was the best of ideas. I don’t want to victim blame, but could she not just have tickled her way out of this situation? It worked for Anita Hill.
Dick Cheney is the senior contributor to This Recording.
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