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Speaker 1: But fucking it's Halloween week. So we're we're we're we're
Speaker 1: we're making sure all of our stuff has a little
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Speaker 1: vermuth inside it, as opposed to just kind of waving
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Speaker 1: being the vermouth and mixing up our martini. Today is
Speaker 1: Margaret Killjoy, Margaret Hello, Hello, I'm a famous mixologist, so
Speaker 1: clearly this would be very good. Now Margaret today for
Speaker 1: this very special episode of it could happen here on
Speaker 1: Spooky Week. You have written us, well, you've written a
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Speaker 1: and we're all gonna enjoy it. Is that is that accurate? Um?
Speaker 1: I hope at least I can I can testify to
Speaker 1: the first parts, and I hope for the last part. Excellent.
Speaker 1: All right, Well, with without further ado, or with minimal
Speaker 1: further ado. Let's uh, let's let's let's just you know,
Speaker 1: with the with the stuff, with the stuff, Margaret, with
Speaker 1: this stuff. Well this is great because this is actually
Speaker 1: a short story that you start reading of. Oh ship, Yeah,
Speaker 1: where's that link? You tested it to me, but I
Speaker 1: don't have my phone on me. Okay, let me put
Speaker 1: it in the chat here um based impressive, to say
Speaker 1: the least, based in fiction pilled. Okay, I start reading
Speaker 1: the italics. Yeah, it's the first A couple of paragraphs
Speaker 1: of introduction, and your your interview. Me, all right, motherfucker's
Speaker 1: let's get it started. The Northern Host, for all its lingering,
Speaker 1: horror and misery, the wake of a war is rich
Speaker 1: to reign for a folklorist like myself. More people report
Speaker 1: more supernatural experiences during times of war than times of peace.
Speaker 1: Some of my peers have argued the stress and shock
Speaker 1: of battle leaves our brains more susceptible to mass delusion.
Speaker 1: Others claim that the veil between worlds remains thin when
Speaker 1: so many are passing from life to death. The Second
Speaker 1: American Civil War has been no exception. Most famously, of course,
Speaker 1: soldiers from each of the three armies present at the
Speaker 1: fifteen day Siege of St. Louis reported a wailing man
Speaker 1: who walked among the wounded, healing some and ending the
Speaker 1: lives of others. On the Cascadian Front, rebel forces spoke
Speaker 1: of black bears, who in effect stood central for their
Speaker 1: guerrilla positions. During the White Army's occupation of Washington, d C.
Speaker 1: Civilians and soldiers alike reported apparitions pouring out from the
Speaker 1: Pentagon Crater every new moon. Of all the various myths
Speaker 1: and legends to spring up in the wake of the
Speaker 1: recent conflict, however, I find myself most strongly drawn to
Speaker 1: the stories of the Northern host. Never have I heard
Speaker 1: a myth recounted in such detail by such a wide
Speaker 1: variety of people. My favorite telling comes from Private Sarah
Speaker 1: Dollar in the Battle of Ashville. This interview was recorded
Speaker 1: in the spring of and lightly edited for clarity with
Speaker 1: permission of the subject. Note that the subject refers to
Speaker 1: the White Army by pejoratives throughout. These have been left
Speaker 1: intact for the historical record. Could you introduce yourself and
Speaker 1: tell me what you saw. Yeah, my my name is
Speaker 1: Sarah Daher. I'm thirty one years old. I live in
Speaker 1: Ashville and the Appalachian region of the United States of
Speaker 1: America on stolen Cherokee Land. My u S military rank
Speaker 1: was private. They may us all privates when they incorporated
Speaker 1: the Irregulars into the Army, but I only served in
Speaker 1: the Union to fight the White Army a year later.
Speaker 1: I'm one of those crazy radicals who doesn't think the
Speaker 1: reconfiguration goes far enough. I've never fired a gun in
Speaker 1: my life before the Irregulars, and I hope I never
Speaker 1: fired another one again. By temperament, I'm neither a lover
Speaker 1: nor a fighter. I'm just your average trans girl who
Speaker 1: likes cats and hates Nazis. I fought in three engagements
Speaker 1: in Weaverville, Leicester, and Asheville. I think I killed two people.
Speaker 1: One of them I know I killed him. I saw
Speaker 1: him bleed out and I saw him taken away in
Speaker 1: a black bag. The other person was a man I
Speaker 1: shot in the thigh during the Battle of Asheville. I
Speaker 1: didn't know you could die from a bullet in the thigh,
Speaker 1: but I've spent a lot of time looking at casualty records,
Speaker 1: and someone who fit that man's general description died in
Speaker 1: that battle from a bullet to the thigh. Does that
Speaker 1: bother you? Yes, No, I don't know. I don't lose
Speaker 1: sleep over it, but I think about it a lot.
Speaker 1: I look at the docks on both of them. The
Speaker 1: first guy was a true believer, a real blood and
Speaker 1: soil type. It doesn't bother me that I mingled those
Speaker 1: two things for him. The second man, though, I'm not
Speaker 1: so sure, he signed up because his son signed up.
Speaker 1: I don't have any kids myself, but I could see
Speaker 1: myself doing that. His son survived the war. Have you
Speaker 1: been in contact with his son? Now? Funk? That guy
Speaker 1: that kids a fucking Nazi and I don't know how
Speaker 1: he talked his way out of the tribunals. Can you
Speaker 1: tell me what you saw at the Battle of Asheville.
Speaker 1: This was during the Fascist Spring Offensive last year, you know,
Speaker 1: Hitler's birthday April. By that point, the White Army was
Speaker 1: pretty much done, but they weren't about to go down
Speaker 1: without doing some major symbolic damage. So there were about
Speaker 1: forty of us, all irregulars, with our own commanders, no
Speaker 1: army oversight. Morale was down. We felt pretty abandoned. Common
Speaker 1: sentiment in the South I was on the street out
Speaker 1: in front of the library, walking rounds. Downtown was half
Speaker 1: rubble at that point. Only the library was standing because
Speaker 1: symbols matter and all that bullsh ship, So that's where
Speaker 1: we were making a stand. Neither side had artillery. Really
Speaker 1: by that point, the brass had just commandeered even our
Speaker 1: RPGs for the quote real fight. Air support wasn't coming,
Speaker 1: not for them and not for us. Really, the Battle
Speaker 1: of Ashville was was like nothing to the rest of
Speaker 1: the world, and we knew it. So I was doing
Speaker 1: the rounds thinking about my ship luck, thinking maybe I
Speaker 1: was going to die, and how so many people had died,
Speaker 1: and what's another dead girl to add to the pile.
Speaker 1: I was thinking about how at least this dead girl
Speaker 1: is going to die surrounded by or in defensive books.
Speaker 1: And then I heard dogs from around the side of
Speaker 1: the building. One barked loud and near, the other sort
Speaker 1: of distant and echoy. I went to check it out,
Speaker 1: turned the corner and there was this naked guy. He
Speaker 1: was pale as hell, tall, tattooed and scarred, and like
Speaker 1: I said, he was naked as the sun. I stared
Speaker 1: at him, he stared at me. I got so distracted
Speaker 1: trying to figure him out that it took me a
Speaker 1: moment to realize there were nine others behind him, or
Speaker 1: maybe they weren't there at first. I don't know. Oh
Speaker 1: most of them were men, mostly of the tall Norse
Speaker 1: looking variety, but there was a Middle Eastern man and
Speaker 1: three women, including one who by my read was Latin
Speaker 1: X No dogs anywhere that I could see. The man
Speaker 1: closest to me he asked me something in a language
Speaker 1: I didn't know. I just kind of stared. He asked
Speaker 1: me another question in another language. What I asked? Who
Speaker 1: are you? Who are we fighting? He asked? His accent
Speaker 1: was thick, and I couldn't place it for the life
Speaker 1: of me. I mean, I know now, but I sure
Speaker 1: as ship didn't know it then we I asked what
Speaker 1: I was due back out front, because I was a
Speaker 1: century doing the rounds and this sure needed reporting. But
Speaker 1: what the hell was I going to tell? People? Who
Speaker 1: are we fighting? Where are we You're in Asheville? Who
Speaker 1: are you? Ah? The American conflict? The man said behind him.
Speaker 1: Others nodded. Their movements were sloppy, dream like they were drunk.
Speaker 1: I later realized one of them had dried blood running
Speaker 1: down from her lip onto her not insubstantial. Ally, you're
Speaker 1: fighting the nationalists, the first one said, we're here to
Speaker 1: help you. Who are you, I asked this third time
Speaker 1: he actually answered, my name is bell Gear. We are
Speaker 1: the dead. We are the inn here from Valhalla. Every
Speaker 1: day we are sent to a battle to fight, and
Speaker 1: we die. The others behind him nodded, definitely drunk. Now,
Speaker 1: I know there were good folks on our side who
Speaker 1: were into European paganism, but you have to understand that
Speaker 1: a lot more of the fashion were into that ship
Speaker 1: than anybody else. If they hadn't been naked and drunk,
Speaker 1: I might have mistaken them for the enemy and shot them. Valhalla,
Speaker 1: I said, reciting the tiny bit I knew that's where
Speaker 1: Vikings go if they die in battle, feast every day
Speaker 1: and fight every night in Odin's hall until the end
Speaker 1: of the world, where you like also fight and die.
Speaker 1: But wolf eats the sun or something close enough. Bell
Speaker 1: Gear said, I mean Odin only gets half the battle dead,
Speaker 1: and Viking isn't a good name for us. But sure,
Speaker 1: and you're here because we are to take arms alongside you,
Speaker 1: fight your enemies and die Today am I going to
Speaker 1: die today? Only the seers and the gods know that.
Speaker 1: I've been calling myself a witch half my life, but
Speaker 1: honestly that was mostly because I like taro and astrology
Speaker 1: and panagrams and ship I've never been someone who took
Speaker 1: the supernatural all that seriously. But nothing in the world
Speaker 1: made sense like it used to. Fascists had just been
Speaker 1: driven out of d C. Cascadia had not only succeeded,
Speaker 1: but was in a civil war of its own now.
Speaker 1: Mexico was gone and replaced by self governing states of
Speaker 1: almost every stripe in the political rainbow. China had backed
Speaker 1: white supremacists and other nationalist types in an American civil war,
Speaker 1: and antigovernment leftists were fighting alongside weirdos like me in
Speaker 1: the damn u s Army. I can't say those things
Speaker 1: were as weird as naked dead don't call us vikings
Speaker 1: talking to me in the street. But somehow all of
Speaker 1: that was just comparably bizarre. Come let us arm ourselves
Speaker 1: and fight together. You and I Belger said, So that's
Speaker 1: how I'm the Northern host. Most people don't believe me,
Speaker 1: assume it was just some kind of drunk wing nuts.
Speaker 1: Maybe some irregulars I've never met before, but I saw
Speaker 1: what I saw, and I believe it. The rest of
Speaker 1: us who survived they saw it too, And how did
Speaker 1: it go? Yeah? Pardon the battle? How did it go?
Speaker 1: We got the iron here yard into irregular's garb and
Speaker 1: armed them. There were plenty of guns at that point
Speaker 1: in the forgotten hellhole of front. Bullets not so much,
Speaker 1: but plenty of guns. They were all comfortable with firearms,
Speaker 1: though one fellow groused about what he wouldn't do for
Speaker 1: an axe and shield, and another said what we had
Speaker 1: was fine, but monofilament web guns were better than any
Speaker 1: combat shotgun. To hear them, tell it, funk it? Why
Speaker 1: am I pretending like I don't believe them? I believe
Speaker 1: them with every bit of my soul, and damn what
Speaker 1: people think of me for it. The Northern Host fight
Speaker 1: every night, and every night. They are in a different
Speaker 1: time and place. Most battles in human history were in
Speaker 1: the past, they said, which sounds optimistic, doesn't it, But
Speaker 1: they said they fought in every century up to the
Speaker 1: Nothing happen after the twenty four century. Ragnarok most likely
Speaker 1: the end of the world, wolves eating the sun, and
Speaker 1: the moon all that. They stood guard out with me
Speaker 1: out front. Around midday we got hit with an e MP.
Speaker 1: We knew that was coming. It didn't screw us up much.
Speaker 1: We had a hardened phone in the basement, and all
Speaker 1: our weapons operated just as well in dumb mode a
Speaker 1: smart mode, including our own e MPs. The White Army
Speaker 1: showed up, maybe a hundred men, all men, that's their
Speaker 1: whole stick. They came in on motorcycles and a t
Speaker 1: v s and horses more stick. Like a fucking folksy
Speaker 1: they are. We hit them with the m e mp
Speaker 1: s anyway level the field, took out the a t
Speaker 1: v s, the bikes were retrofitted, no electric and a horse.
Speaker 1: You can't impel horse. I don't know if there was
Speaker 1: a skirmish in that war that didn't start with both
Speaker 1: sides ritually knocking the other one back to basically the
Speaker 1: twentieth century. I think the tactical e MP is the
Speaker 1: reason there's anything left of this country. We took a
Speaker 1: few pot shots while they were still at range, but
Speaker 1: we didn't have the AMMO to waste on anything else.
Speaker 1: I don't think we'd at any damage. They took up
Speaker 1: position further up the hill and the ruins of the
Speaker 1: old Basilica. Then we waited. We should have mined the church.
Speaker 1: That old thing was blown half to ship. Anyway, it
Speaker 1: wouldn't have made the world any worse if we'd either
Speaker 1: leveled it or hidden explosives throughout. But you know, ethical
Speaker 1: war or whatever, don't mind churches. The other side leveled
Speaker 1: every mosques, inn agogue and quote heretic church they got
Speaker 1: their hands on, not to mention libraries and universities and
Speaker 1: even the goddamn Statue of Liberty because they hate immigrants.
Speaker 1: But we were supposed to be fighting a quote ethical war.
Speaker 1: Those two words don't got nothing to do with one another,
Speaker 1: and everyone knows it. So they hold up in the Basilica,
Speaker 1: and we pulled back into the library and we had
Speaker 1: one of those good old fashioned standoffs where people die
Speaker 1: slowly from sniper fire and everything is awful. That's when
Speaker 1: Laura got shot right in the head because we missed
Speaker 1: a spot when we bulletproof the facade. She's dead. She
Speaker 1: had natural red hair, but she always died at Redder
Speaker 1: And her favorite show is by for the Vampire Slayer.
Speaker 1: And she liked to drink water out of long stem glasses.
Speaker 1: She was I think she was thirty seven, way past
Speaker 1: rafting age. She volunteered. It was her first engagement. She
Speaker 1: was only there because she loved books, had plenty of
Speaker 1: time to avoid looking at her corpse while she was
Speaker 1: in there with us dead. Dwight was another one of
Speaker 1: my friends in the unit, one of my favorite people,
Speaker 1: hands down, total weirdo, and he was all obsessed with
Speaker 1: that Viking ship and Dark ages in general. Both his
Speaker 1: parents had come over from Sweden, though his dad was
Speaker 1: originally from Nigeria. Dwight had one degree in medieval studies
Speaker 1: in another African history, and I can't tell you how
Speaker 1: many times during basic he'd run down the details of
Speaker 1: this or that ancient battle, whether in Europe or Africa.
Speaker 1: If there were guns involved, he didn't care about it,
Speaker 1: but if there were swords in armor or spears and shields,
Speaker 1: he was all in. He started talking to the Vikings
Speaker 1: first thing. He was the first person to believe them,
Speaker 1: to to really believe them, and his faith was contagious.
Speaker 1: While we were pinned down, he asked them everything. Mostly
Speaker 1: they were quiet, even taciturn, but there was one thing
Speaker 1: they were very insistent on, and that I overheard them
Speaker 1: talking about Nazis don't go to Valhalla. But why not?
Speaker 1: Dwight asked, It takes two things to go to Valhalla.
Speaker 1: The spokesperson said, you have to die in battle, and
Speaker 1: you have to venerate Odin. A bunch of those fuckers
Speaker 1: are Odiness, he said, no, they aren't. They're nationalist, fascists,
Speaker 1: racial separatists are all kinds of things, but they don't
Speaker 1: venerate Odin. Whatever they think, What do you mean? They
Speaker 1: only know one half of Odin. They know the masculine side,
Speaker 1: the heterosexual side, the Christian side. They worship a bastardization
Speaker 1: of our God, a bastardization first created by a nationalist
Speaker 1: Christian eight hundred years ago that's only gotten further afield
Speaker 1: since our Odin practices women's magic, the magic of these
Speaker 1: sexually penetrated. We also worship female gods of war, and
Speaker 1: male gods of the hearth, and gods who change their
Speaker 1: gender when they're board. Nazis don't understand that any of it.
Speaker 1: In life, we aided, sometimes traded. Other times we also
Speaker 1: did all sorts of things that won't fit your modern sensibilities,
Speaker 1: things that were I alive. You might kill me for
Speaker 1: but we're not Nazis, and people who worship a Christian
Speaker 1: version of our God most certainly do not go to Valhalla.
Speaker 1: It was as if the man had used up every
Speaker 1: word allotted to him for the day, because I don't
Speaker 1: believe one of them spoke again before the battle began
Speaker 1: in earnest And how long was that another hour? Maybe
Speaker 1: the sun was still right overhead when the White Army
Speaker 1: rushed us. It was a bullshit move, rushing us one
Speaker 1: part over confidence in one part desperation. If you can
Speaker 1: imagine that they knew they were losing the war at
Speaker 1: that point, but they had us more than two to one,
Speaker 1: and we all know that KKK commanders don't give two
Speaker 1: ships about the lives of their men. That's when I
Speaker 1: put a bullet on a man's leg while he was
Speaker 1: in the street running. It was a good shot. He
Speaker 1: was running, and I led the target and everything. I've
Speaker 1: been aiming for center body mass, but but still at
Speaker 1: least a hundred yards against a moving target. I was
Speaker 1: proud of that shot at the time on a technical level,
Speaker 1: even if I'm not sure I'm proud of it any
Speaker 1: more now that I know the man's name. We expected
Speaker 1: the charge. What we didn't expect was the ordinance that
Speaker 1: knocked the reinforced front off its hinges. But that happened,
Speaker 1: and almost all the fighting happened right there on the
Speaker 1: first floor among the empty shelves. The whole thing felt
Speaker 1: like it lasted half an hour. I've looked it up since.
Speaker 1: From the time of the first blast at the time
Speaker 1: the last shot was fired, we're talking about three minutes.
Speaker 1: In twelve seconds, we thought they were going to pour
Speaker 1: in through the door after they blew at the funk off.
Speaker 1: So James got in there with our one functioning automatic
Speaker 1: and he took at least ten of the fash down
Speaker 1: with him before someone got him in the neck. It
Speaker 1: was a faint and they blew a hole in the
Speaker 1: side of the building while well that was going on,
Speaker 1: and that's where they got in close quarters combat. As
Speaker 1: a whole different beast, a worse one, maybe maybe a
Speaker 1: better one. I go back on forth on that sometimes
Speaker 1: instead of sleeping, I think about the pros and cons
Speaker 1: of various types of absolute are Is it better to
Speaker 1: see your death coming or to get picked off without
Speaker 1: knowing it. I would have thought the Vikings would expend
Speaker 1: themselves right off I mean Vikings. They were starting to
Speaker 1: sober up by that point, but still they'd been drinking,
Speaker 1: and they were already dead, and they were doomed to die.
Speaker 1: But they were smarter than that. Never risked themselves unnecessarily.
Speaker 1: Your next assumption of a comrade you know is doomed
Speaker 1: is that they'll sacrifice themselves to save others. None of
Speaker 1: that either. They knew they were the best trained soldiers
Speaker 1: on the field, and that in order for us to win,
Speaker 1: they had to be in the fight as long as
Speaker 1: they could. They were smart like that. Assholes like that.
Speaker 1: I stationed myself in the back. I fancy myself more
Speaker 1: of a sniper than the assault sort, so I watched
Speaker 1: the whole thing go down. I also only hit three
Speaker 1: targets out of a hundred and seventeen bullets I fired,
Speaker 1: But that's another story. I watched us win. We took
Speaker 1: casualties of fifty half of those were k I A.
Speaker 1: But we defeated a force twice our strength. I watched
Speaker 1: the in hangar bayonet in and shoot them, and I
Speaker 1: saw one of the Viking women break a man's face
Speaker 1: apart with her fists. Soon after, a bullet found her
Speaker 1: heart and she collapsed with a smile on her lips.
Speaker 1: She disappeared like literally she phased out of existence, being
Speaker 1: me up Scotty. We pushed them back onto the pavement,
Speaker 1: And when I say we, I'm honestly not being fair
Speaker 1: because I didn't do much of it myself. We had
Speaker 1: them scattered and running, most of them. Dwight was out there,
Speaker 1: waving a pistol in one hand and swinging a wooden
Speaker 1: stock rifle like a club in the other. A Viking
Speaker 1: with a shotgun stood beside him. I think the same
Speaker 1: fashy little ship killed them both, maybe in the same
Speaker 1: three round burst. I tagged the fashion in his belly,
Speaker 1: and his friends helped him get away, and the remaining
Speaker 1: Nazis ran. He survived his wound. Why do we have
Speaker 1: so much information about the war? Does it do me
Speaker 1: any good to know who I killed and who I didn't?
Speaker 1: And Dwight. Dwight lay alone in the concrete, face down.
Speaker 1: There wasn't much blood, but he was dead. Two ravens
Speaker 1: sat atop him, one on each shoulder. I've never seen
Speaker 1: a raven in Asheville in my life, not before, not since.
Speaker 1: There were two of them, as big as people say
Speaker 1: those things are. They barked, and they sounded like dogs.
Speaker 1: One was loud, like it was right where I was.
Speaker 1: The other was distant, echoing. Then they flew away, directly
Speaker 1: up and towards the sun, and I tried to watch
Speaker 1: to see where they went, but you can't look directly
Speaker 1: at the sun like that. I looked back down and
Speaker 1: Dwight was gone. Okay, so his body was still there,
Speaker 1: but there was there was something about him that was gone,
Speaker 1: and I don't know how to tell you what it was.
Speaker 1: That that was that we won sort of. They didn't
Speaker 1: storm the library, which I guess means we won. But
Speaker 1: sometimes I think I'd burn every single book in that place.
Speaker 1: It would bring back Lord or Dwight or any of
Speaker 1: the rest of my friends. The war was over at
Speaker 1: that point, even if we didn't know it yet. So
Speaker 1: what did they die for? I guess for symbols. Maybe
Speaker 1: symbols matter that much. I don't know. I deserted after that,
Speaker 1: half the survivors of the Battle of Asheville less than
Speaker 1: a week later up in Pittsburgh, and I suppose I'd
Speaker 1: be dead if I had gone, And it probably makes
Speaker 1: me a coward that I didn't It's not that I
Speaker 1: was afraid of dying. It's that I was afraid of
Speaker 1: dying in battle because I believe in Odin Now it's
Speaker 1: hard not to believe in a god without venerating him.
Speaker 1: I don't want to go to Valhalla. I don't want
Speaker 1: to fight ever again, let alone every night. I don't
Speaker 1: want to serve with the iron and yard at the
Speaker 1: twilight of the gods sometime in the century. If I
Speaker 1: don't want to do that, then I don't want to
Speaker 1: die in battle. Dwight, though I expect he's happy. I
Speaker 1: expect he dies every day with a smile on his
Speaker 1: lips and meat and his belly. He won't have to
Speaker 1: fight alongside the monsters of the human race either, because,
Speaker 1: as I learned in Nashville, Nazis don't go to Valhalla.
Speaker 1: All right, that was awesome, markret thing you Yeah, thanks.
Speaker 1: D'll put a bunch of applause noise here because translating
Speaker 1: over yeah and and and and uh an air horn
Speaker 1: stick an, I don't think the air horn is going
Speaker 1: to be that as no Garrison air horn show. Thank you,
Speaker 1: thank you, Garrison. Margaret Um, how long ago did you
Speaker 1: write that? I wrote that I believe in two seventeen May.
Speaker 1: Oh yeah, well it's not gotten less relevant. Yeah, man,
Speaker 1: I uh, there's definitely some times where I've I've wished
Speaker 1: for a platoon of vikings uh to deal with some ship.
Speaker 1: Yeah uh, well this has been it could happen here,
Speaker 1: and this has been spooky week. You enjoyed this scary
Speaker 1: story that's also relevant to our theme of collapse. Margaret,
Speaker 1: you want to tell the people where they can find you. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I'm on Twitter at Magpie kill Joy. I'm on Instagram
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Speaker 1: because you've asked me to plug things, and I'm definitely
Speaker 1: just gonna go ahead and plug things. Um. I have
Speaker 1: a book coming out from a K Press. It's a
Speaker 1: reissue of my anarchist utopian book, A Country of Ghosts.
Speaker 1: If you like my very I like writing war stories,
Speaker 1: but I specifically like writing war stories that are actually sad.
Speaker 1: And how about how war is horrible? Um, and so
Speaker 1: A Country of Ghosts is such a book and this
Speaker 1: story will eventually I'm excited to say I just signed
Speaker 1: the contract for a k Press is going to put
Speaker 1: out a short story anthology of mine which will include
Speaker 1: this story. Yeah, that sounds incredibly rad Yes, great publisher. Yeah,
Speaker 1: not biased at all in that. No, no, no, nor
Speaker 1: towards stories of the Second American Civil War with superior
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