The following article, Introducing the “Gun-Person” Who Exposed Canada’s Woke Rot, was first published on The Black Sphere.

Imagine a town so quiet that cellphone service dies thirty seconds after you leave the last streetlight.

Tumbler Ridge, British Columbia, population around 2,400, sits nestled against the foothills of the Rockies like a well-kept secret. Hiking trails snake through UNESCO-listed geological parks. Waterfalls crash with the kind of drama that makes city people post inspirational nonsense on social media. Kids grow up finding fossils instead of fentanyl. This is not the backdrop for a massacre. It was never supposed to be. Yet on February 10, 2026, the unthinkable arrived dressed in drag and armed with a rifle.

The call came in around 1:20 p.m. local time. Active shooter at Tumbler Ridge Secondary School. A place with maybe 175 students total, grades 7 through 12. RCMP officers, the thin blue line in a town this size, rolled up in two minutes flat. Credit where it’s due—they moved fast. But speed couldn’t undo what had already started. Six people dead inside the school. Another died on the way to hospital. Two more bodies in a connected residence. The shooter turned the gun on himself. Final tally: ten dead, including the perpetrator, and at least twenty-five injured. In a town this small, that’s not statistics. That’s nearly everyone knowing someone who won’t come home.

The initial alert described the suspect as “a female in a dress with brown hair.” Straightforward enough, you’d think. Then the press conference began, and the linguistic gymnastics commenced. RCMP officials, clearly auditioning for the Ministry of Silly Pronouns, began referring to the dead killer as a “gun-person.” Yes, “gun-person.” A reporter actually got corrected and had to repeat the ridiculous phrase back. You can almost hear the collective national facepalm echoing from Vancouver to the Yukon. One X post captured the moment perfectly, turning bureaucratic cowardice into unintentional comedy.

In small towns secrets don’t stay secret long.

The shooter has been identified as Jesse Strang, a 17-year-old biological male who began identifying as a transgender woman around 2023. Family members confirmed it. He reportedly came from a hunting household, knew his way around firearms, and showed up to the slaughter in a dress. The very description authorities tried to memory-hole.

Now, the same crowd that screams “believe all women” until a woman in a dress starts executing children suddenly discovers an urgent need for “privacy” and “nuance” when the perpetrator is one of their sacred cows. They’ll dox a baker who won’t bake the cake, but naming a dead school shooter’s actual biology? That might make people notice the pattern.

Because there is a pattern. Gender dysphoria isn’t a fashion statement or a ticket to enlightenment. It’s a profound mental health crisis, often tangled up with autism, trauma, depression, and social contagion—especially among impressionable youth. The compassionate lie we’ve been sold is that “affirmation” fixes everything. Chop it, tuck it, pump it full of hormones, and voilà—happy healthy person. Reality keeps issuing a different verdict.

Long-term studies paint a grim picture. The famous Swedish research following patients for decades after sex-reassignment surgery found suicide rates nearly twenty times higher than the general population. A more recent analysis of U.S. data showed individuals who underwent gender-affirming surgery had over twelve times the risk of suicide attempts compared to those who didn’t. Danish population-level data confirms transgender-identifying people suffer suicide attempt rates nearly eight times higher and completed suicides over three times higher than the broader public. These aren’t right-wing fever dreams. They’re peer-reviewed numbers the affirmation cult desperately tries to spin.

The medical profession, captured by ideology, has abandoned its first duty: do no harm.

Instead of addressing root causes—mental illness, family breakdown, online echo chambers pushing rapid transition—they hand out puberty blockers like candy and call it healthcare. Canada, ever the eager progressive, has gone further than most. Self-ID laws, aggressive school policies, and a cultural climate that treats dissent as violence. The result? A generation marinating in delusion, and now the delusion has body count in a town whose biggest previous claim to fame was paleontology.

What’s the unique angle here, the question almost nobody wants to ask? This isn’t just a random tragedy. It’s the logical endpoint of pretending biology is bigotry. For years, conservatives warned that the transgender craze wasn’t liberation—it was a mental health contagion dressed in rainbow flags. We were called monsters for it. Meanwhile, the same people clutching pearls over “misgendering” a corpse had no problem letting confused kids make irreversible decisions before they could drive. Now the chickens have come home to roost in the middle of nowhere.

And any guesses as to who the two people killed at his/her house was? I’m betting it wasn’t the maid or the butler. My guess is Jesse killed his doting parents who refused to buy into his pathology.

Tumbler Ridge didn’t ask for this.

The town didn’t host drag queen story hours or pride parades or any of the urban rituals that normalize the madness. Yet the ideology still seeped in—through screens, through schools, through the relentless cultural pressure that says feelings trump chromosomes. That’s the real horror. Even the remotest corner of the map isn’t safe from the big-city religion of unreality. The mountains couldn’t protect them. The distance couldn’t insulate them. One troubled young man in a dress brought the entire experiment to their doorstep.

And the response from officialdom? More denial. “Privacy rights of the dead suspect.” Privacy for the killer, but no answers for the grieving parents who deserve straight answers–pun intended.

“We’re investigating motives.”

Sure. Because “mentally ill young man convinced by activists that his body is the enemy” might be too on-the-nose. Better to mutter about “gun violence” in a country with strict gun laws and pretend this is America’s fault somehow. Classic leftist misdirection: blame the tool, never the ideology that broke the mind holding it.

The same political class that pushes “trans rights” as the civil rights issue of our time suddenly goes mute when the violence flows the wrong direction. They’ll lecture us endlessly about “protecting trans lives” while ignoring the sky-high suicide rates that persist even after transition. They’ll celebrate “visibility” until that visibility includes a school hallway turned abattoir. Then it’s crickets, euphemisms, and “gun-person.”

If this shooter had been a straight white Christian male, the manifestos would be published in full, the cultural autopsy would run for weeks, and every conservative on earth would be blamed. But a boy in a dress? Suddenly we must be sensitive. The victims’ families deserve better than this performative compassion.

This tragedy also exposes the deeper conservative truth: societies that reject objective reality eventually pay in blood.

Human beings are not infinitely malleable. Sex is binary and immutable. Mental illness requires treatment, not celebration. When you tell impressionable kids that their discomfort with puberty is proof they were “born in the wrong body,” you’re not being kind. You’re lighting a fuse. Some of those fuses burn slowly toward personal destruction. Others explode outward.

President Donald Trump understood this instinctively. His administration pushed back against the federal overreach on bathrooms, sports, and youth medicalization. Common sense over ideology. Protecting women’s spaces and children’s bodies isn’t hate—it’s sanity. Canada, under its progressive overlords, chose the opposite path. Now a tiny mountain town is living with the consequences.

The injured are being airlifted. Counselors are pouring in from Alberta and beyond. The town’s limited medical resources are overwhelmed. At night and on weekends, there’s no doctor on call anyway. Help is coming, but some wounds won’t heal. The community will gather. They’ll mourn. They’ll bury their dead. And somewhere in the quiet conversations, the question will surface: How did this happen here?

Leftism is a disease that spreads, and it is not contained in the big cities.

Leftism doesn’t respect borders or mountain ranges. It arrived in Tumbler Ridge packaged as compassion, sold as progress, and delivered as delusion. The “person dressed as a woman” wasn’t just mentally ill in the traditional sense. He was a product of a culture that told him his illness was identity, his confusion was courage, and anyone questioning it was the real villain.

The “gun-person” bit? Peak clown world. A dead killer gets more linguistic protection than the living children he murdered. The media’s sudden attack of discretion? They’d sell their grandmothers for clicks on any other story. But not this one. This one threatens the narrative that the rainbow road leads to utopia.

Tumbler Ridge will recover, because small towns are resilient like that. They have to be. But the rest of us should take the warning. The madness isn’t coming. It’s here. It crossed the Rockies. It found the last quiet places. And it’s wearing a dress.

The unique view most overlook? This isn’t about one shooter.

It’s about an entire civilizational experiment that prioritized feelings over facts, affirmation over reality, and ideological purity over human life. Ten people are dead because too many powerful people were too cowardly to tell a confused boy the truth: you are not a woman. You are a young man who needed real help, not hormones and hashtags.

In the end, reality always wins. Sometimes it wins with waterfalls and fossil hunts. Sometimes it wins with body bags and awkward press conferences full of “gun-people.” The choice societies make determines which version we get. Canada just got a brutal reminder in a town that deserved so much better.

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