IN an unusual act of aggression earlier this week, a giant stag seriously injured a Cambridge University academic who was on vacation in the Scottish Highlands. The animal suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the dark and gored the man, who was standing in a garden with some friends.

There is a highly disturbing element to the sad incident, which left the victim with life-threatening injuries. The stag’s victim is a man but is referred to in press reports as a woman. He is identified as “Kate Stone,” and is said to have undergone a sex change. The stag, however, appeared to have known that Stone was not a woman.

According to The Telegraph, a supposedly conservative newspaper that nevertheless endorses mass lunacy by referring to Stone as a woman, a resident of the area said:

“I am very wary of the stags around here. I do not walk to my house – particularly at night.

“They do not always run away. They stand there facing up to you, pawing the ground in a threatening manner. The rutting season is over so now they have harems of hinds to jealously guard against other stags.

“Perhaps this woman was targeted because she was the tallest of the group and perceived by the stag as their leader and the most threatening to it.”

In other words, perhaps this “woman” was targeted because the animal correctly perceived that he was male. The world, in its lunacy, says Stone is a woman. The animal, in its simplicity, seemingly knew he was not. The superficial transformations this six-foot-tall man had undergone to impersonate a woman were in that instant just that: superficial.

It is impossible not to think of the supernatural symbolism of the stag in light of this incident. In medieval times, the stag was a symbol for Christ who tramples and destroys the devil.

Though those quoted in the article say attacks by stags are rare, their aggression is in fact legendary. Here is an account of a violent attack by a stag in W.B. Yeats’s poem, “The Two Kings:”

KING Eochaid came at sundown to a wood
Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen
He had out-ridden his war-wasted men
That with empounded cattle trod the mire;
And where beech trees had mixed a pale the green light 5
With the ground-ivy’s blue, he saw a stag
Whiter than curds, its eyes the tint of the sea.
Because it stood upon his path and seemed
More hands in height than any stag in the world
He sat with tightened rein and loosened mouth 10
Upon his trembling horse, then drove the spur;
But the stag stooped and ran at him, and passed,
Rending the horse’s flank. King Eochaid reeled
Then drew his sword to hold its levelled point
Against the stag. When horn and steel were met 15
The horn resounded as though it had been silver,
A sweet, miraculous, terrifying sound.
Horn locked in sword, they tugged and struggled there
As though a stag and unicorn were met
In Africa on Mountain of the Moon, 20
Until at last the double horns, drawn backward,
Butted below the single and so pierced
The entrails of the horse. Dropping his sword
King Eochaid seized the horns in his strong hands
And stared into the sea-green eye, and so 25
Hither and thither to and fro they trod
Till all the place was beaten into mire.
The strong thigh and the agile thigh were met,
The hands that gathered up the might of the world,
And hoof and horn that had sucked in their speed 30
Amid the elaborate wilderness of the air.
Through bush they plunged and over ivied root,
And where the stone struck fire, while in the leaves
A squirrel whinnied and a bird screamed out;
But when at last he forced those sinewy flanks 35
Against a beech bole, he threw down the beast
And knelt above it with drawn knife. On the instant
It vanished like a shadow, and a cry
So mournful that it seemed the cry of one
Who had lost some unimaginable treasure 40
Wandered between the blue and green leaf
And climbed into the air, crumbling away,
Till all had seemed a shadow or a vision
But for the trodden mire, the pool of blood,
The disembowelled horse.

— Comments —

Buck writes:

“Freak” accident. Very good. Let’s hope that he recovers in every way.

This gender lie is making me crazy. Why this bothers me much more than the other frauds, lies and thefts, I don’t know.

This freak of nature CAN NOT change his sex. He can mutilate his body, and he can adopt whatever gender, from masculine to feminine or to neutral, on whatever sick whim he’s currently on. It is sad. But, his gonads will always produce sperm. He can’t make them produce eggs. He can’t install any of the necessary female components. Ectopic is an unworkable sci-fi fantasy. It’s sick and depraved.

He can think feminine, or homosexual thoughts all day long, but he’s stuck with his gonads, no matter what he says or does, he can’t swap them for egg producers.

Not a day goes by that we don’t read a host of stories by the full range of writers who now refer to sex as gender. They are two completely different concepts. Yet, it is now ubiquitous. It’s government and public policy. It’s stupid and it’s a lie. It’s the second leg of the “gay” theft and lie. All that it is about is sex, but “sex” itself is strategically marginalized as “gender” is substituted by the modern liberal perverters of our language and culture. They’re brilliant tacticians.

“Gender” was kidnapped from it’s historical isolation in grade-school grammar books and taken in broad daylight to our institutions of “higher learning,” as not one observing soul gave chase. It was given a new identity and new life as a human rights advocate and superstar, while never actually knowing its parents. It’s another example of the immense power that modern liberals have over everything traditional and true.

Please follow and like us: