Some of my biggest fans are Jews.

Oh, I know that we're all obligated to cluck our disapproval, but we're all secretly glad that we're having this conversation, aren't we? Else why do you read me?

In my evolving understanding of the Jewish Nation, I have divided you into three primary groups for my purposes:

• The Old-Schoolers. They and I worship and fear the same god. They're my peeps. They're completely down with what I'm doing.
• The Earthen Ones. The worshipers of Moloch. Super Jews. Those for whom Israel means everything and all else means nothing. They know that I understand their system of magic. And they're fascinated with mine. If power is what they seek, then power they shall have.
• Cultural Jews. The secular ones. They light the menorah once a year and sneak a Slim Jim now and again. They secretly can't stand the Scholars.

I have striven over the past few years to move on from the Jew material. But there's always some new affront that crosses my desk. Should Begin's remarks about my being human excrement turn out to have been uttered --and I suspect that they were, I've seen similar sentiments expressed elsewhere, and I've seen muted echoes of this within the attitudes of secular Jews-- such a thing does not enamor me of your ways. As it stands right now, under no circumstances would I ever pollute my soul by appearing invited to any Jewish ritual or celebration. It's just so unseemly. I'm not a big fan of supremacist beliefs. Birds of a feather flock together, and I would not want to be seen in a synagogue where people wipe their asses with the curtains.

But this ire, too, shall pass. Everything always does. Every day is a new day in my world. Everyone is capable of beauty. I have a professional code of conduct, and that includes trying to coax the best out of myself and the audience that I am honored to have.

This is essentially a marital spat. You don't like my harsh words and I don't like yours. So we're even. Let's move on and resolve to be better.

You have had time to examine my allegations regarding rabbinic involvement in the Shoah. My allegations have been borne out. We now know who walk among, what they did to you, and what they're planning for you.

And you now understand on which side of the barbed wire I fight. I fight alongside you. I fight with you because I do not like them. I do not like what they do and I do not like what they did.

When I come to New York, I need you to have my back. Because if you do not, they win.