Trudeau Is A Self Declared Zionist And If You Oppose That You Are An Anti-Semite

Justin, your speech was a gutless, calculated performance—a masterclass in weaponized sanctimony, dripping with selective outrage and moral cowardice. You stood there, bathed in the artificial glow of righteousness, invoking the horrors of Auschwitz not as a solemn lesson for all of humanity, but as a blunt instrument to batter dissenters into submission, to silence criticism of a state engaged in the active and unapologetic slaughter of civilians. You dare to call yourself a leader while mouthing the same tired, self-serving platitudes that have justified massacres, occupation, and ethnic cleansing for decades, wrapping your deceit in the tattered shroud of Holocaust memory as though the suffering of one people absolves you from recognizing the suffering of another.

How dare you stand before the world and redefine oppression to fit your political convenience? How dare you invoke the gas chambers of the past while turning a blind eye to the mass graves being filled in Gaza at this very moment? Your words are not merely misguided—they are poison, a cynical, grotesque perversion of historical truth designed to insulate power from accountability, to disguise genocidal policy as self-defense, to smear those who cry out for Palestinian liberation as nothing more than foot soldiers of hate. You speak of antisemitism’s rise as though it exists in a vacuum, as though the unchecked brutality of Israel’s war machine, the relentless siege, the deliberate starvation of entire families, the bombs reducing hospitals and schools to rubble, the sheer mechanical efficiency of mass death unfolding before our eyes, has nothing to do with the world’s growing horror and outrage. You manufacture moral equivalences where none exist, conflating human rights activism with terrorism, condemning those who march in the streets against this bloodbath as if they are cheering for Hamas, reducing the fight for dignity, freedom, and survival into some twisted farcical battle between “good” and “evil.”

You, Justin, are a coward, because you know exactly what you are doing. You know that Zionism is no longer just the dream of a homeland but the justification for a never-ending nightmare—a doctrine of relentless expansion, of state-sanctioned cruelty, of settlements that steal, of airstrikes that devastate, of an apartheid system so grotesque that even those who built South Africa’s racial regime look upon it with awe. And yet, you stand there, proudly declaring yourself a Zionist, as if it were still some noble, innocent cause divorced from its modern reality, as if it has not been transformed into a bludgeon to crush an entire people under its weight. You speak as though “Zionist” is a mere synonym for Jewish self-determination, yet you know full well that self-determination for one people cannot, must not, come at the erasure of another.

You speak of “never again” with tears in your voice but blood on your hands, because when you say it, you mean never again for some, but open season for others. You invoke the memory of genocide while excusing its contemporary reincarnation, shielding it beneath the rhetorical armor of historical victimhood, as though the oppressed of yesterday cannot become the oppressors of today. And perhaps most insidiously, most unforgivably, you do this knowing full well that your words will be used not to protect Jewish communities, not to combat actual antisemitism, but to fuel a violent crackdown on those who dare to speak the truth. Your speech will be quoted by university administrations as they suspend and expel students who protest for Palestine. It will be referenced by police departments as they drag activists from the streets. It will be brandished by right-wing extremists as they justify their attacks on journalists, on human rights organizations, on anyone who refuses to swallow the lie that Israel’s violence is anything but what it is—a relentless, methodical attempt to erase Palestinian existence.

You are not a defender of justice, Trudeau. You are its eulogist, standing over its body and pretending to mourn while holding the knife still dripping with its blood. Your speech was not an act of leadership but a performance of cowardice, a desperate, clumsy attempt to appease the forces of power at the cost of truth, at the cost of morality, at the cost of lives. You do not stand against hate—you manufacture it, you cultivate it, you wield it like a weapon against those whose suffering is inconvenient to your narrative. And when the history books are written, they will remember that when faced with the opportunity to speak out against real injustice, you chose instead to serve as a mouthpiece for it.

So spare us your empty declarations. Spare us your trembling, heartfelt appeals. Spare us the insult of your false morality. Because we see you. And we will not forget.