Once again, other than the appropriation of the White House and a few other . settings to dress up the goings-on, nothing in this show is remotely credible — unless you see it as a kind of drunken dream that might have occurred to producer Shonda Rhimes after too many margaritas as a guest at the celebrity-studded White House Correspondents’ Association dinner. If the president were like a big producer and he was having an affair with his press agent, who was a “. fixer” — whatever that is — and her dad operated with the impunity of some behind-the-scenes Ari Emanuel type (wasn’t there an Emanuel in . once?), and if we excuse that by making him part of a secret organization that is so secret even the president isn’t supposed to know about it, and if the president’s staff all behaved with the loyalty of a bunch of television programming executives (none), then wouldn’t that be a great show! Marvel’s Agent Carter is closer to reality (and she used to date Captain America) and, I might add, is regularly better. But for some reason, many of the . insiders I know are addicted to Scandal . Could it be that it’s also their drunken post-correspondents’ dinner fantasy of what their lives could be like if they were less ethical (insert your own joke here) and better looking?