I left my computer to have dinner and while I was gone, something terrible happened. Molly Ivins died. She was my hero. We knew she was terribly ill with a third recurrence of breast cancer. But something there was about Molly that made at least some of us believe she could overcome anything. This time, it didn't happen.
I'm not going to regale you with Molly Ivins minutiae. She was an immensely funny columnist who wasn't afraid to take on the powerful and faux powerful. I believe it is fair to say she was not particularly fond of George W. Bush. If you want to know more about her, read it here or here. Chances are, every MSM venue will have a piece about her. Most blogs as well. Here's the thing . . .
Molly is faced with a very tough afterlife decision. Should she opt for heaven where she can reunite with her pal, Ann Richards? Or should she make the ultimate sacrifice and mosey on down to hell to await the arrival of George W. Bush? I can think of nothing more delicious than Molly Ivins being Shrub's greeter there.
This is a sad day. We've lost one of our premier truth-tellers and butt-kickers. Click here to read Molly's last column. Last column. What a terrible thing.