Terror attacks against the West reliably produce something, other than the slaughter itself, that enrages me. It’s the useless, hyper-emotional handwringing that follows, inevitably coupled with a response that confirms to the viewer, reader, whatever that the person now visibly upset at the horror that unfolded in fact has no right to cry about it. Being from the north-west of England, the one that stands out in my mind is Salman Abedi’s murder of 22 Ariana Grande fans at Manchester Arena in 2022.

Scumbag politicians, journalists and a general assortment of mediocre nothingness had the gall to lay claim to sorrow while focusing their message on how we mustn’t look back in anger. They metaphorically raped the culture of a city that had just been attacked by a foreign ideology with their use one of Oasis’s most iconic songs to try and make masochistic capitulation in the face of terrorism cool.

In doing so, they forfeited the right to their own tears, sacrificing it at the altar of a multiculturalism that in the wake of such evil is more obsessed with a theoretical racism against brown people than with all-too-real mass murder.

I mention my fury at this inclination because of the deadly gunning down of 15 innocent Jews on Bondi Beach, Australia during a Hanukkah celebration on Sunday. A normal response to this anti-Semitic pogrom would include sorrow, despair, anger.

But I don’t want to hear any sobbing or indignation at this atrocity from those who have spent the last two years telling us as loudly as megaphones will permit that they support action necessitating the murder of Jews.

You don’t get to chant “from the river to the sea, Palestine must be free” but be horrified by the killing of Jews and be taken seriously.

Not when the slogan you cherish necessitates the dismantling of the world’s only Jewish state and leaving of those Jews at the mercy of militias about as moderate as Heinrich Himmler.

I don’t care if you pretend that it’s abstract, I don’t care if you think that it means all Arabs should be entitled to live freely in the land that used to be British Mandate Palestine. That’s not the import of your words on any fair and honest reading.

You might as well dress in SS uniforms every day and argue that it actually stems from an obsession with Hugo Boss and a love of alliteration.

Likewise with demands that we globalise the intifada. You may well sit there, in your Hackney hovel, the escape of which will one day be made possible by your trust fund, telling me that “well actually intifada simply means uprising and just because yah I concede that the intifadas we’ve seen have been violent it doesn’t, like, mean that I’m literally calling for violence against Jews brah”.

I don’t care. Nor I do care about your keffiyeh-clone comrades who placate racist death squads by mischaracterising them as “a resistance yah, they like have to rape Jews yah, it’s because of like structural oppression and anyway yah there probably wasn’t rape on October 7 yah”.

You sound as stupid as those sunlight-deprived neo-Nazis who take time off their primary hobby – masturbation – to sincerely claim there were no gas chambers used during the Holocaust but simultaneously really, really, really want Jews dead to save the planet.

But perhaps today you shouldn’t feel stupid. Maybe you should just own the things you say. Lean into it. Because you, unlike me, have just had a huge victory handed to you on Bondi Beach.

The intifada continues to be globalised. You don’t need to hand-wring. You don’t need to risk my fury by being upset about an event that is the perfect, awful crystalisation of your words.

You could instead enjoy this act of resistance, just like some of you enjoyed October 7 2023?

Why not lean into it like you did then? Why not take the streets in the hours that follow, making an attack against Jews about the many crimes you alleged the Jewish state to have committed?

Only this time, for my sake, please don’t be so self-righteous. Please don’t present yourself as a fighter for the oppressed.

I’ve noticed you’re fond of jazzy, provocative placards so I’ve got a suggestion that might fit the bill and allow you to slip the facade of fear you don in the face of suffering.

How about this? A mural of dead Jews – ideally with vampiric fangs and huge noses – piled up into a ghastly pyramid. Atop the pyramid stands a keffiyeh-clad terrorist, machine gun in hand. A cartoonish speech bubble floats next to his mouth. The text reads: “We’re not done yet.”

Yes, you’ll look like scum. But at least you’ll be intellectually honest about your position. And though it’ll enrage me, at least intolerable hypocrisy will recede a few steps and be less of a force in our political discourse.