Molly Ivins can't do that, can she?

Alas, she can. Molly Ivins died far too soon today at the age of sixty-two.

I'm not sure if we could have made it through the last six years without Molly Ivins' passion and humor. For all that she, as a Texan, knew long before most Americans what they were getting when they allowed George W. Bush to assume the presidency, she never succumbed to despair, instead deciding to fight the Bush junta with her best weapon -- humor.

There really isn't anything I can say that can illustrate what we lost today, so I'll just let Molly Ivins speak for herself one last time:

We are the people who run this country. We are the deciders. And every single day, every single one of us needs to step outside and take some action to help stop this war. Raise hell. Think of something to make the ridiculous look ridiculous. Make our troops know we're for them and trying to get them out of there. Hit the streets to protest Bush's proposed surge. If you can, go to the peace march in Washington on Jan. 27. We need people in the streets, banging pots and pans and demanding, "Stop it, now!"

If we won't do it for ourselves, and we won't do it for the generations to come, then for God's sake let's do it for Molly. It's the least we can do after all she did for us.