Our awful local paper, the Southern Illinoisan ran Molly, every Sunday, across the page from Anne Coulter. It was maddening. It is also not lost on me, that the last column I saw from Molly Ivins, was a call, to go out into the streets to stop the war.
I was watching reruns of the Sopranos last night, when my wife, who was at the computer cried, “Oh, no! Molly Ivens died!” She seemed to be in tears off and on last night.
Ninety nine percent of those who claim to be journalists should prostrate them selves begging Molly Ivins’s spirit’s forgiveness for pretending to be in the same profession as she. I’m going to call my senator and tell them to support Russ Feingold’s proposal to cut off funding for the war. I think she’d like that better than flowers.
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