The Trump administration has unveiled a serious 21-point plan to end the Israel-Hamas war — a blueprint of ceasefire, hostage swaps, reconstruction, and the exclusion of terrorists from governance. It has teeth, ambition, and real-world pragmatism.

But then, out of the shadows — or more fittingly, straight from hell — comes a name so foul it poisons the entire proposal: Tony Blair. The failed British prime minister whose legacy is measured not in peace, but in body counts and broken nations. He is remembered not for healing wounds, but for tearing them open in Iraq and leaving them to rot. To call him the “Butcher of Baghdad” is not insult — it is biography.

Why Blair? Why not a respected Arab mediator? Why not the United Arab Emirates or Saudi Arabia, nations with legitimacy in the region and the trust of its people? The answer is simple: Blair’s only qualification is filth. He has the experience of destruction, the instincts of a lobbyist, and the shamelessness of a man who still cashes checks from regimes he once pretended to oppose.

To parachute Blair into Gaza is like asking a fox to police the henhouse, or worse, hiring an arsonist to run the fire brigade. Palestinians would see a grotesque joke, Israelis would see a wasted chance for stability, and the Arab world would see Western hypocrisy at its ugliest.

The Trump plan deserves far better. Twenty sound ideas risk being eclipsed by one grotesque misstep. Tony Blair does not belong in Gaza. His place is before the International Criminal Court, answering charges of war crimes and crimes against humanity — not governing people he has already betrayed once before.