Molly Ivins is gone.  If you don't know who she is, then shame on you.

She's been gone a little while now, but I write this on the occasion of receiving a special issue of The Texas Observer, dedicated to her life, her spirit, and her writing.  Everyone needs to get a copy of this issue.  Right now.  Git.  it.  now.  

I am a resident of Texas and I always will be wherever the hell I happen to be living.  It's hard to explain unless you've grown up breathing  that air too, but Molly was exactly what the best liberals in Texas are.  Full of hell, full of fun, with lots of humor and an inability to tell anything if it ain't a story. Telling of the struggles that people have to live, and making sure that everyone learned of it.  

I never met Molly, but the confederacy is close enough that friends and family have; have worked with her, at the Observer; my aunt, a deacon at First Methodist in Austin, was chosen by Molly's family to say the last words to say for anyone.

May she rest, but let us not.