In honor of Molly

Molly Ivins passed away two years ago today. At the age of 62. Now here is a woman who’s voice we sorely missed in those two years! Of course I loved her because she seemed to be one of the few who “got” what I saw in “Dubya” as far back as his dad’s GOP nomination convention. Made my skin crawl from day one! And I was a republican back then so it had nothing to do with his politics. I jsut imemdiately sensed something bad. Molly didn’t just sense it of course, she lived it as a resident of Texas when W was the governor. And she wrote up a storm about him! So often she seemed to be the only one seeing what I saw (until I found Daily Kos of course!). Wouldn’t it be a kick to have heard her tackle Sarah Palin? Or, even better, Rod Blagojevich! Oh yes, she is sorely missed. So I leave you this weekend with some choice Molly-isms as selected by Bill in Portland Maine for his own little memorial to her:

Next time I tell you someone from Texas should not be president of the United States, please pay attention.
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Any nation that can survive what we have lately in the way of government, is on the high road to permanent glory.
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On Pat Buchanan’s “culture-war” speech at the 1992 Republican convention: “[It] “probably sounded better in the original German.”
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The thing about democracy, beloveds, is that it is not neat, orderly, or quiet. It requires a certain relish for confusion.
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Although it is true that only about 20 percent of American workers are in unions, that 20 percent sets the standards across the board in salaries, benefits and working conditions. If you are making a decent salary in a non-union company, you owe that to the unions. One thing that corporations do not do is give out money out of the goodness of their hearts.
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I have been attacked by Rush Limbaugh on the air, an experience somewhat akin to being gummed by a newt. It doesn’t actually hurt, but it leaves you with slimy stuff on your ankle.

Keep fightin’ for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don’t you forget to have fun doin’ it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin’ ass and celebratin’ the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was.