I wish Ann Richards were still here too, but this is ridiculous

Eric Wattree has found what is arguably the most preposterous campaign ad of the Democratic presidential race this year:

Look, I adored Ann Richards. I don't think there's a progressive woman in the country who didn't. She was loud, profane, impeccably groomed, spoke her mind, and was just plain all-around fabulous. It's no wonder Hillary Clinton would want a piece of that Richards magic.

But the idea that voting for Hillary Clinton is somehow "winning one for the Gipper", when said Gipper isn't even alive to make an endorsement, is just beyond the pale. And I'm not sure I'd want to highlight that faux-Southern thing Hillary does either. I mean, we've heard Hillary speak a lot lately. And she Just Does Not say "mah hay-er". A selective twang doesn't make you a Texan. I keep being reminded of that line Joan Cusack has in Working Girl: "Sometimes I dance around the house in my underwear. Don't make me Madonna. Never will." I wish Hillary would just figure out who she is and present us with that Hillary, rather than throwing an incoherent mess of campaign tactics up against the wall in a desperate attempt to try and find one that sticks and digging colorful characters who WERE authentic out of their graves to be posed with them like cardboard cutouts.

All I can say is, they'd just better not be planning to fuck with Molly. Of course Molly took care of this well before she left us.