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“Virtus is one hot little Roman chick,” Juanita begins.  “She’s also a good person not to mess with because she’s known to do some boot stomping on Tyranny.  She whipped his butt and then posed for a picture. My kind of woman.”

“In the picture, which has been around since Rome wasn’t even Italian, one of her ta-tas is exposed as if to continually remind that jerk Tyranny that she’s a woman to be reckoned with, hooters and all,” Juanita grins.

Well, she’s on the state seal of the Commonwealth of Virginia. Probably not by choice.

“The attorney general of Virginia, Ken Cuccinelli, got himself just a tad too interested in Virtus’s knockers,” suspects Juanita with a wink.

“But instead of just looking the other way, now that she’s not around to defend herself, he re-dressed her.  That’s pretty gay, don’t ya think?”

“He gave her a breastplate.  No, I am not kidding.”

“Have you ever seen anything that unattractive?”

“Good Lord, at least he could have found someone to design something more becoming.  It looks like she’s wearing a bullet proof vest.  Virtus did not need a bullet proof vest.  Even if there were bullets.  She was that cool.”

“I’m so very tired of Republicans and their obsession with nakkid.  Look, it’s just nakkid.  Women are good at it.  Get over it.”