Ding Dong, the Witch Is Dead

The “Supreme Leader,” Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, is dead. It’s heartbreaking to watch the exuberant, elated people of Iran — with massive celebrations in the streets, women singing and dancing, hijabs burning, and jubilant crowds sobbing with joy and relief after news of his death broke.

Yet what do we see in America? Idiotic, propagandized pro-Palestine fools and far-left toxic antisemites blaming Israel and thrilled to have another reason to display their angst and disdain for Trump — proving derangement syndrome (TDS) is the only thing supreme in this hate-infused scenario.

There was nothing supreme about the freshly baked “Aya-Toldya” beyond the scale of repression he presided over. He was best known for crushing women — their hopes, their dreams, their friggen hair. Was it “supreme” to jail journalists or hang dissenters from cranes in public squares? Ruling by fear as state policy didn’t make him supreme. It made him a supreme pain in the ass — and a supreme piece of shit.

Thank God he’s dead.

[SIDEBAR] “This is a day of independence for all the Iranians (nee Munchkins) and their descendants! Yes, let the joyous news be spread! The Wicked (Old) Witch is at last dead!”

For millions of Iranian women, the headlines confirming his death represents hope.

But here’s what I can’t unsee.

When Mahsa Amini was killed in morality police custody in 2022 for “improper hijab,” the world erupted. Western actresses wept into their iPhones. Influencers cut their hair on camera. Feminists shaved their heads in solidarity. “Woman. Life. Freedom.” trended across Instagram bios like a moral badge of honor.

It felt righteous. It felt unified. It felt… gravitational.

Where are those same women now?

Silent. Or worse — marching lockstep beside movements that echo, excuse, or align with the same ideological machinery that has brutalized Iranian women for forty-seven years.

Shame on every last one of them. They must suffer their ignorance — not in blood, but in the curse of no longer experiencing joy and love since they’ve revealed who they really are — cold, soulless people whose hearts are made of stone.

These are women defying the gravity of the situation.

Gravity would pull you toward the women blinded in Tehran, toward girls like Sarina Esmailzadeh and Nika Shakarami, toward journalists like Niloofar Hamedi and Elaheh Mohammadi imprisoned for telling the truth.

Instead, we see Western progressives in keffiyehs chanting liberation slogans while refusing to name the regime that funds and exports the same violent, misogynistic authoritarianism.

Iranian women have been beaten, shot, imprisoned, and blinded by a regime rooted in that worldview.

Consider Malala Yousafzai — shot by the Taliban for daring to attend school, a global icon of resistance. She has now condemned the strikes and the killing of civilians in Iran. She had every right to speak — though this was a moment more likely to inflame than illuminate.

Selective feminism is not feminism.
It’s vile.
It corrupts the message and discredits its messengers.

Where is the morality? Where is the humanity? Where is the humility?

You cannot shave your head in solidarity with the brutalized Iranian women back in 2022 and then, in 2026, stand shoulder to shoulder with those who support the regime — which did all the brutalizing. Capiche?

You cannot scream “patriarchy” in Brooklyn and go mute when that same patriarchy hangs and rapes women in Tehran — only to vote its Trojan horse into City Hall.

You cannot invoke sisterhood only when it trends. It’s why the Women’s Movement of 2017 collapsed under the weight of selective outrage — and the undeniable strains of antisemitism within its own leadership.

This is not just hypocrisy. It is a gross distortion of reality — so severe it becomes dangerous for Iranian and Jewish women in the diaspora. You’ll see.

This is no longer about Israel versus Palestine, or Iran versus America versus Israel versus Palestine. In fact, it’s Iran versus the world — but the media is stuck on Israel versus Palestine.

The bottom line is more hard hitting: Does feminism means anything — anymore at all — when it collides with ideology?

If your “solidarity” evaporates the moment the oppressor doesn’t fit your preferred villainous archetype, then there was never anything solid there to begin with.

Instead, you’re performing a morality play — starring Misguided Outrage and Virtue Signaling.

Aaaand… Scene.