This is my last post as The Amish Jihadist. While it’s been fun, and the lovely people at The Other Journal are wickedly awesome (thanks, guys!), it’s never made a lot of sense to me as to why The Amish Jihadist should have an online presence. That move in and of itself makes for a bad Amish Jihadist. That kid needs to be offline and, relatively speaking, as off-grid as possible. The only places you should be able to find him are in a pub, on his farm, and at the beach (and, of course, crashing dance halls, anarchist book fairs, and the finest of dingy punk rock venues). So, that’s where he’ll be. Outside. Immersed. Doing things he enjoys doing and writing about things he enjoys writing about–all of which stem from his experiences rooted in the soil, ocean, shoddy PA systems, and the flesh.
I think we’ll all be better off for it.
In 2004, I moved back to NC from the lovely yet cold city of Chicago. I had recently attained the somewhat coveted status of ABD and decided to relocate back to God’s country. Looking for work, I began teaching at Elon University as well as working as a teaching assistant for a number of courses at Duke. One of the courses I was a TA for was Allen Verhey’s course on Bioethics. It was Verhey’s first semester at Duke and, even though... Read More
Denmark is banning halal and kosher slaughter of animals, because such killing requires that the animal be conscious when killed. “Hooray! ‘It’ almost didn’t suffer!” They want them to feel it, I guess. And because some folks in Denmark thinks it’s unnecessarily cruel (cough, giraffe, cough cough, zoothanasia, cough), others folks are referring to their legislation as an interference with the practice of religious... Read More
What will probably be remembered as having the greatest reviews ever, After Crucifixion: The Promise of Theology is, unlike much of what I’m sent, a stellar read. Many of the theology books that come my way are either trying to mimic that guy I always confuse with Henry Rollins (‘Peter something or another’) or they are attempting to ‘out’ neo-Anabaptist the next neo-Anabaptist. Unlike the aforementioned poop stains,... Read More
After thirteen plus years of screaming to Against Me! (only thirtenn–I know, I was late to the party), I finally got to see them two weeks ago in VA Beach. It was, of course, stellar. It slayed all things. If you’re not yet on board, pick up their new album Transgender Dysphoria Blues. It’s badass and quite the intimate look at Laura Jane Grace’s ongoing transformation. Now, check out the chorus to this song (Walking is Still... Read More