After the most massive wimp-out in American history, the real Virginia should be renamed Sissyville.
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No longer can the "real Virginians" strut about as if our
hearts, like the hearts of our legendary forebears, quickened at
the first whiff of grapeshot and beat ever more gloriously as the
bombardment increased.
That is all behind us. After a single shot was fired, we turned
tail and ran.
We no longer live in the land of the Proud Gray. Hell no. We're
living in Petticoat Junction.