This is a show I kept watching for some reason from the beginning, even though it started out as a kind of middling The Office clone—probably because of America Ferrera; how can you not love everything she does?—and I’m glad I did. It took a while to get there, but it’s definitely found its voice, smoothed its…

If you ask me, I think its the producers who wanted Dela to go out in a martyr kind of way. This was totally set up by Ru and the producers to give the fans what they want : More drama, Dela goes out gracefully, Trixie as the winner.

Was right there with you, Panama, and ashamed to say I still wanted to hear MORE! You failed to mention the dope stage set up tho. It was like, some out-of this-world-spaceship-platform-I-don’t-know-what-the-hell thing, but dope nonetheless. Not to mention the giant video monitors that kept changing direction and…

Nicknaming your kids Number One, Number Two, and Number Three is bad enough. But dubbing the adopted one (who’s also a different race from his siblings) Number Three? Even though he’s the same age as the others?

I found it a little too on the nose that Denzel didn’t get Oscars for either Malcolm X and The Hurricane but he got them for Glory and Training Day in which he portrayed a ex slave in one and a murderous crooked monster of a cop in the other.

And ONLY the approval. I was hoping Fitz was going to tie that statue to one of the Suburbans, put the young man in the passenger seat, and yank that bullshit down. At the very least, show up with hot food, a comfortable chair, and one of those expensive cold weather parkas.

It moved so slowly, but, in the end, it had an important lesson: a black man cannot be heard without the approval of a white man. And that montage set to Heaven Help Us All? Too appropriate.

All this winning must be getting exhausting for Trump supporters.

Nobody really cares...

I’m sure Rick has many hearts. All neatly stored under the garage.