We Ain't Scared

In a comment under THIS POST, The Gnat tries to remind me that I'm supposed to be curled up the fetal position under my bed, pissing my pants worrying about Iran:

I hope you're happy when Egypt becomes Iran. Thanks Barry for not knowing what the hell to do on the international stage like every other Dem. YORF

I guess The Gnat has forgotten how I once ruled the halls of Essex High School, where I'd light matches for my Lucky Strikes on teacher's faces ("yeah, I'm smoking!!  get back in class and teach how to be a loser!") and collect "insurance" from the younger kids. So I'm not worried about Iran; if Iran tried to get all up in MY grill I'd be like "hold up motherfucker, what the fuck are you looking at?" and then Iran would be all "oh, ah, nothing! sorry, I-" and I'd be all like "you what? sorry you're a fucking pussy, is that what you're sorry about?" and Iran would be like "well, I, I-I-I-I-I" and I'd cut him off like "dduuuh, I-I-I-I-I, spit it out, you fucking s-ndn---er!" and Iran would be like "I'm so sorry, I'll just-" and I'd be all like "you'll just WHAT?" and then I'd be all like "now GIT your sorry ass back home to Africa!" and then Iran would be scampering out of my goddam face.

But hey, that's just me!