Molly! thou shouldst be living at this hour:

'merica hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient 'merican dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; . . . 

Dear old Wordsworth. 

I've been trying to cheer myself up watching old videos of Molly Ivins  It works but it makes me wish she'd lived long enough to see the entire United States turn into the Texas Legislature, as interpreted by her.  

Though I think she was way too optimistic about the dangers of a media free to lie and promote depravity, she is sorely missed.   If she found Ivana a bit much to take about thirty years back, imagine what she'd do with her former Donald and her brood.