There are about a thousand things I want to say about the massacres in Paris, but I am involved in other things, and should resist. The world can certainly do without my commentary. No words from me or anyone else can stop bullets. But I want to blurt out one thing — it involves a memory, and some autobiography.

Just now, I was reading, “Police have ordered all shops closed in a famed Jewish neighborhood in central Paris . . .” (Article here.) The neighborhood, of course, is the Marais, and in particular its Rue des Rosiers.

In the summer of 1982, I was between high school and college, and in Paris for a bit. Arab terrorists — same people as today, nothing ever changes — attacked a delicatessen in the Marais. On the Rue des Rosiers. It was called Goldenberg’s. Not sure whether it’s still there.

Anyway, there were six people killed, including two American tourists. More than 20 other people were injured. You know the drill. Same old scene.

In Jerusalem, the prime minister, Begin, said something like, “If the French state can’t protect these Jews, I will.” He meant in Paris itself. He was just blustering, of course, engaging in some bravado. But I was kind of impressed with it.

We had all been taught to hate Begin, needless to say. He was the Hitler of the Middle East. Never mind Saddam, Assad (père), or Khomeini. Menachem Begin was the bad guy, eating Palestinian children for breakfast.

August 1982 was just one step on my road to growing up. My lessons were hard, but there were those who had it harder — like the dead and their families.

Over the years, I’ve wondered, “Why the hell is there a single Jew in France? Why the hell is there a single Jew trying to do business on the Rue des Rosiers?” I wonder it again now. I also wonder, “Who will draw cartoons?” If you want to mock religion, chillen, stick to Christians, Jews, Hindus, and Buddhists. Maybe throw in some Bahai folk while you’re at it.

Before I go, I’d like to recommend two articles to you. I know you have a blizzard of things to read, but I strongly suggest you make time for these: Dan Hodges and Charles Lane. These men make different points, but they make one point in common. It is this: The threat to our liberty comes from the jihad. It does not come from The Man.

You hear constantly that our liberty is threatened by the CIA, the NSA, General Clapper, and the poh-lice. You hear that Edward Snowden and the WikiLeaks people are our friends. Uh, no, not really. The threat comes from beasts such as the killers in Paris. And The Man is trying to help us against them.

Lane writes, “If you wanted to fault the ‘surveillance state’ for anything … it might be for being insufficiently comprehensive.”

Now, as soon as you talk this way — as Lane has and I have — people say, “You think the authorities should have carte blanche! Who will mind the minders? You want a police state! You should go live in North Korea!” No. What I would like to see is a little perspective, a little maturity — that’s all.

The NSA is not a serious threat to our freedom. The jihad is. The NYPD is not a serious threat to our freedom. Criminals are.

One more thing: All the cool kids, and even some of the non-cool kids, are saying, “I am Charlie.” I heard it from the conductor of the New York Philharmonic last night. No, we’re not Charlie. The real Charlies are dead. The rest of us just wring our hands, warn against overreaction, and whistle through the graveyard.

One more “one more thing” — related. I have heard David P-J, John O’S, and others say it for many years. If the mainstream parties in Europe won’t stand up to Eurabia — because they’re paralyzed by political correctness — whom does that leave the field to? The fascists. Will the fascists be the only Europeans who will stand up to the jihad? If so, Europe is well and truly finished, one way or the other.

I have written emotionally, and should have waited for a cooler hour. But it’s too late. And least I’m done — for now!