The seal of the Commonwealth of Virginia boldly contains a tit. Except not really; the born breast is that of Virtrus, the Goddess of Virtue, who is standing over the dead body of tyranny. She is not actually a human, you see, and therefore it’s not really a boob. And it’s more so not an actual boob because it’s a line drawing. But this apparently still scares Ken Cuccinelli, who we are reporting here and now as being scared of tits, boobs, knockers, funbags, sweater cows, jugs, hooters, melons, and tatas; however you label them, The Cooch is afraid.
The seal of the Commonwealth of Virginia boldly contains a tit. Except not really; the born breast is that of Virtrus, the Goddess of Virtue, who is standing over the dead body of tyranny. She is not actually a human, you see, and therefore it’s not really a boob. And it’s more so not an actual boob because it’s a line drawing. But this apparently still scares Ken Cuccinelli, who we are reporting here and now as being scared of tits, boobs, knockers, funbags, sweater cows, jugs, hooters, melons, and tatas; however you label them, The Cooch is afraid.
His office, according to the Huffington Post, has covered the tit that doesn’t really exist. This is not the first attempt by socially conservative ninnies to censor VA’s proud flag and the work of George Wythe, who, for the record, was the first law professor in the United States, tutored Thomas Jefferson (who was a total baller), and signed the fucking constitution. And apparently, Ken Cuccinelli thinks he knows better than this nobody.
