The University of Guelph Opera Buffa

How a Man Who Could Rotate a Breeched Calf Came Fully Onboard with a Gang that Branded Me a Nazi-Loving Pedophile

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Overture: Prelude in Hypocrisy

Revised Sept 7, 2025.

In recent years, the University of Guelph, the Toronto-based University of Guelph-Humber (a bastardised marriage where students get a Guelph degree with a Humber diploma stapled to it), and Humber College have perfected a modern form of institutional anti-Semitism. It’s the genteel variety: you won’t see goose-stepping through the Arboretum, but you will find plenty of blind eyes, pious denials, and staffers who wink and let the Hamas fanboys run the floor—so long as nobody says it out loud.

But this is not anti-Semitism.

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Act I: The Inquisition Begins

During my inquisition at the University of Guelph—yes, an inquisition, not an inquiry, because an inquiry at least pretends to have rules—I was suspended and then fired, not for offending all terrorist sympathisers, merely the subset who cheer for Hamas. Which, inconveniently, turned out to include most of upper management.

But before the axe officially fell, the “investigator”: a lawyer from Sherrard Kuzz who, if cosmic justice prevailed, wouldn’t be trusted with scissors or anything sharper than a plastic fork. This paragon of due process accused me of time travel. Literally.

In twenty months of institutional harassment, I was permitted ninety minutes—precisely ninety—to “tell my side of the story.” In that time, this crack investigator accused me of sneaking onto my accuser Wael Ramadan’s LinkedIn and posting antisemitic bile. A neat trick, since the posts in question were made before I even knew who he was, and since Ramadan himself continues to pump out Jew-hating sludge fifteen times a day.

But this is not anti-Semitism.

One might think the simple matter of chronology would acquit me. But no—our fearless gumshoe from Sherrard Kuzz, armed with clairvoyance and an Ouija board, had already divined the guilty party. Facts were surplus to requirements.

At one point, she shrieked that I had filed a human rights complaint against Ramadan “out of retribution.” I laughed—how could I not? She was conducting a séance, not an investigation. But laughter is no defence. At Sherrard Kuzz, they conjure truth the way mediums conjure dead uncles.

Then came the pièce de résistance: she demanded I turn over my “Jew contacts.” Yes, you read that correctly—Jew contacts. Names, addresses, the lot. One imagines she thought she was compiling the next Protocols of the Elders of Zion. Was she moonlighting as David Duke’s stenographer, or merely auditioning for sectarian panto in Belfast? Either way, I declined.

But this is not anti-Semitism. We can’t say they are anti Semitic as it makes the University of Guelph and Humber College mad.

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Act II: The Veterinarians of Justice

And if you can believe it, the dean of the veterinary school at the University of Guelph—no doubt highly skilled at twisting breeched calves into daylight or scraping tartar off the molars of an old golden retriever—appears never to have taken even an elective in logic, evidence, or reason.

Yes, in the final termination letter that ended my career, he and colleagues—none of whom had ever met me, spoken to me, or allowed me a defence—dutifully regurgitated the slurry of a bought-and-paid-for “investigation.” These were people living in a defamatory pigsty for 20 months, where gossip mutated like lab-grown bacteria.

The school went from a hissy fit because I said Hamas are Nazis (which is not a slur but a fact—they emerged directly from the Muslim Brotherhood, whose founder, Al-Banna was an open Hitler fanboy) to openly defaming me as a pedophile, rapist, criminal, and classroom assailant.

But this is not anti-Semitism.

Were any of these slanders true, the university would have gone to the police. They didn’t. Their purpose was to let defamatory sewage percolate through the institution while I was gagged and banned.

And when I asked staff to stop calling me a criminal, the head security guard—a swaggering idiot in a bulletproof vest, apparently braced for the mortal threat of exploding toner cartridges—thought it clever to CC the police into her threats of arrest.

But this is not anti-Semitism.

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Act III: Wonderland with Bulletproof Vests

Fifteen years of teaching without raising my voice, and suddenly I was recast as a campus menace. Strange, isn’t it? One can’t accuse some colleagues of anti-Semitism because they don’t actually say, “I hate Jews.” As if the only standard is goose-stepping down hallways in Hugo Boss uniforms, shrieking favourite passages from Mein Kampf.

Meanwhile, actual reality: Jewish professors are too afraid to admit they’re Jewish lest they be fired. F.*** Jews screamed in the corridors. Palestinian flags waved behind the convocation stages. Social media accounts parroting “From the river to the sea.”

Professors like Ramadan are pumping out bile so egregious that Peel police investigated him for hate crimes. But no swastikas carved in foreheads, so I suppose everything’s fine.

But this is not anti-Semitism.

And yes, I’ve seen crime shows where serial killers in interrogation rooms get offered cheeseburgers and Cokes. They were treated with more basic respect than I received from this tinpot campus security apparatchik.

Act IV: The Professors of October 7

There is also Professor Shupak, another management darling, who gets on podcasts and tells tens of thousands that Jews deserved October 7th. Meanwhile, Ramadan himself celebrated October 7th on October 7th.

These are not marginal figures—they are professors. Professors who glorify teenagers being massacred at a music festival, Filipino nannies being burned alive in safe rooms, grandmothers shot, families incinerated, girls raped and then murdered. Hamas apologists then sneer that you “can’t prove” sexual assault. True—it’s hard to collect testimony from victims you’ve already executed.

But this is not anti-Semitism.

Yes, defending Jewish students from these devils was what damned me. I was the problem. They were merely “culturally enriched.”

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Act V: The Hall of Mirrors

At the University of Guelph, the arsonist is promoted to fire marshal, the bigot to pedagogue, the victim to pariah. Administrators sign off on libels they know are lies. Students are told to whisper my supposed crimes in corridors. Union representatives—those magnificent cowards—do nothing but hum the chorus line: “What are you going to do about it?”

And through it all, the refrain: But this is not anti-Semitism.

Program Note

What you’ve just read is staged in the style of opera buffa, grotesque comedy masking tragic truth. The absurdities, the caricatures, the choruses of “but this is not anti-Semitism” are not inventions but reflections of lived events at the University of Guelph and Humber College. Every slander, every kangaroo-court procedure, every anti-Semitic indulgence of professors Ramadan and Shupak is factual.

The buffoonery is real. The consequences are permanent. My career is gone. My name was defamed. And Jewish students remain in classrooms where those who glory in their annihilation are protected by the very administrators sworn to safeguard them.

But this is not anti-Semitism.

Cast of the Opera

• Tenor of Hate: Wael Ramadan — forever on stage, bellowing Jew-baiting arias, celebrated by management.

• Baritone of Excuses: Professor Shupak — crooning podcasts to tens of thousands, justifying slaughter with solemn refrains.

• Bovine Bass: The Dean of Veterinary Medicine — trained in mucking stalls and twisting calves, now adjudicating human careers without logic or evidence.

• Contralto of Gossip: The Head of Campus Security — bulletproof vest, strutting, reciting threats like libretti.

• Chorus of Administrators: Bragues, Spence-Ariemma, Edgett, et al. — humming “we are not antisemitic” as flags unfurl and lies multiply.

• Villainous Stagehands: Sherrard Kuzz Investigators — fabricating props, writing dialogue in advance.

• Fallen Hero (Baritone): The Author — cast out for calling Nazis Nazis.

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