Try as the performer might, he will always have a few amateurs in his audience who think that comedy is cuckas and tit jokes. They can't conceive of what professional comedy is. It's very scientific, actually, and proceeds along a particular path. Properly done, the arc is sketched out years in advance, with the end being that everyone is returned safely to the loading platform.
So please don't fall down and burst into tears that Chris hates you. He would embrace you warmly as a friend. No one's ever even met the guy.
If you cock your head and think about it, maybe you can see that Chris is taking your most prized, most lovingly and most ostentatiously displayed possession and openly wiping his ass with it. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. So when Mossad involves itself in 9-11, and when that skeeve Michael Chertoff equates 9-11 "denial" with Holocaust "denial," Chris will ridicule each and every last of your 6.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 million dead and laugh, and laugh, and laugh at your loser backstory that passes for an existence.
The Swiss impress the world with their watches, the Japanese wow us with their robots, but the Jews' national export is, well, tear-jerking sob stories of existential woe and eternal persecution about how everyone just hates them!
The poor dears... Cut them some slack if their intelligence agencies decide to play a little non-cooperative game. It's only because everyone's an Amalekite.
So until Chris sees a full-page ad in the New York Times apologizing for Israeli intelligence's involvement in 9-11, Chris is going to get his pound of, uh, FLESH!!!!
Watch out! He's gonna gitcha!!!!
About the Holocaust thing? No one actually gives a shit. During the twentieth century, governments worldwide killed some one- to two hundred million innocent people by various methods: shootings, starvings, whatever. Even if we believe your massaged numbers of 6 mill, it's just a drop in the bucket. It's a footnote.
Your Holocaust is a fraud. You lost nowhere near 6 million and you know it. You are thieves of sympathy and goodwill. You're like that guy who comes into the gas station who never has a thing to talk about other than what new medical ailment he's got: It's his foot, or his knee now, or how he had to have an MRI.
What a fuckin' bore he is.