I was going through Molly Ivins' latest column hoping to to do a hatchet job on it similar to the one I did on Nick Coleman's piece (of shit) last Sunday. Unfortunately, the only responses I could conjure to her inanities were: "huh?", "what planet are you on?" and "no really: WHAT FRICKING PLANET ARE YOU ON?!"
So instead, I'll go the juvenile route and make fun of her picture:
"Do you be tryin' to steal me Lucky Charms?"
"Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love you, tomorrow: You're always a day awaaaaaaaaaay"
"Hey! Who stuck that Brillo Pad on my head?!"