Molly Ivins makes me wish I believed in an afterlife. Knowing that I would get to read her columns after I die would be a piece of heaven to me.
I especially enjoyed hearing her interviewed. She could bring more truth to bear than just about anyone I have ever heard or read. It was her voice that helped me not to feel so alone in 2000 and 2004 when I was attempting to get people around me in Georgia to understand what a poor choice Bush would be, the lies being told to take us into Iraq, his budgetary malfeasance, and his overall incompetence. I even adopted her term, Shrub, whenever I referred to Bush.
Reading her columns always put me in mind of the song from Mary Poppins about a spoonful of sugar making the medicine go down. Her way with words made distasteful truths much more palatable. I will miss her very much. Hers was a real Texas accent and not something contrived to fake it.