"This election is going down like Eleanor Roosevelt at Dinah Shore Weekend." Preach on, Selina Meyer. Veep is set in an alternate-timeline version of the American political scene that by now has started to look infinitely less fucked up than the real one. Julia Louis Dreyfus brings the bile as an ex-President scrounging around for some new gig, whether that's literature – "I've got a White House book that's hotter than Nancy Reagan's Guide to Cocksucking" – or the Supreme Court. (Richard: "The Judiciary Committee would like to see everything you've ever written about abortion." Selina: "I could give them my actual abortion if I could find it lying around here somewhere.") But she can't shake off all the horrible cronies she's collected in Washington, from Timothy Simons' Congressman Jonah Ryan to Dan Bakkedahl's Roger Furlong. As always, Kevin Dunn's Ben is the most bitter and hilarious asshole here, grousing about his corporate-consultant gig at Uber: "a bunch of dumb-ass millennials too lazy to learn how to drive drunk."