Post Archive


Here you can find every post from Jack's Journal, even the ones I've hidden! 

In running, I lived life not just to the fullest but to its potential end, less than a macabre call for help than living life all out, or at least as much as I could without staring a bull down in the bullring later that evening.

The vast majority of Iraq lived in relative peace. Militant factions remained, but they were in the minority and largely focused on opposing the Western military presence rather than targeting international tourists.

I knew this story from Sunday School as a child, but I had long chalked it up to theological parable.  Standing in the great theatre, I could no longer ignore that the riot was real.

Iraq. A combat zone. A geopolitical flashpoint between the U.S. and Iran. The only place I’ve ever been shot at. Naturally, the perfect destination for The Great Gallivanting.

In the post-October 7th world, the term "Zionist" became a widely-used, poorly understood slur. Anyone who condemned October 7th or affirmed Israel's right to defend itself was labelled a Zionist whose opinions should be wholly discounted.