By E.J. Dionne
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And she said of her affection for her home state: “I dearly love the state of Texas, but I consider that a harmless perversion on my part, and discuss it only with consenting adults.”
Boy, will we miss Molly Ivins, the writer and happy agitator who succumbed Wednesday to cancer—a disease, she said, not sparing herself from her own lashing wit, that “can kill you, but it doesn’t make you a better person.” Yes, we will remember airforce one shoes her for being raucously funny, always at the expense of the wealthy, the powerful or the Texas Legislature.
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