Speaker 1: Cool Zone Media Bronto sours, Bronto sores, Bronto sores. Hello
Speaker 1: and welcome to cool Zone Media book Club, the only
Speaker 1: book club where you don't have to do the reading
Speaker 1: because I do it for you. I'm your host, Margaret Kiljoy.
Speaker 1: And if you couldn't tell by the title or the intro,
Speaker 1: or just the fact that this is what I've been
Speaker 1: doing for several months now, it's a Dinah Wars episode.
Speaker 1: A Dinah Wars episode of book club, imagine that, which
Speaker 1: means that we have for you a podcast from the future.
Speaker 1: That's right. This is a podcast I recorded in the
Speaker 1: year twenty fifty five and then sent back to myself,
Speaker 1: which was nice of me to give me this heads up,
Speaker 1: to give all of you this heads up. And so
Speaker 1: without further ado, here's an episode Hello and welcome to
Speaker 1: Cool Zone twenty fifty five, how to Survive the Dinoh Wars.
Speaker 1: I'm your host, Margaret Kiljoy, and this week we are
Speaker 1: continuing to relay the last podcast script sent to us
Speaker 1: by our fearless correspondent Mix bunny Face Murder And if
Speaker 1: you're spelling that out, that's just the bunny face emoji
Speaker 1: and then the dagger emoji who is currently trapped behind
Speaker 1: the Iron curtain on the Iberian Peninsula. Although it goes
Speaker 1: without saying, I'm going to say it anyway. The only
Speaker 1: way that mixed Bunnyface and the rest of the millions
Speaker 1: of people in Catalonia are going to survive the year
Speaker 1: is if we are able to fight our way to
Speaker 1: them and distract the Iberian failings. I know everyone thinks
Speaker 1: we've got our own problems here wherever here is, and
Speaker 1: you're right, but we cannot fight this war as a
Speaker 1: series of localized skirmishes. The revolution will be worldwide or
Speaker 1: it will fail. We've made it this far because of
Speaker 1: international Soliday already in coordination, and it will be exactly
Speaker 1: those two things, plus bravery, that will see us through
Speaker 1: and into the world. We know that we can make
Speaker 1: a world in which many worlds are possible, an internationalist world,
Speaker 1: an anti capitalist world, an anti authoritarian world. We've made
Speaker 1: it this far, and we've got to keep pushing. And
Speaker 1: I know you know all of that already. I know
Speaker 1: you're already working, you're already putting your queer shoulder to
Speaker 1: the wheel. I just want you to know that I'm
Speaker 1: proud of you. I'm proud of us, and we've got
Speaker 1: to keep going. Whoever you are, dear listener, you have
Speaker 1: got to keep going even though you don't feel like
Speaker 1: you're useful to the revolution right now, write this moment.
Speaker 1: The fascist death machine wants you dead and we don't
Speaker 1: want to let it win. Stay alive. If not for today,
Speaker 1: then for tomorrow you will have your chance to be useful.
Speaker 1: And look, there are thousands of ways to be useful.
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Speaker 1: here's from Mixed bunny Face Murder, who where we left
Speaker 1: them last time, had scarcely survived in ambush that saw
Speaker 1: nearly all of a unit of mighty Dreadnoughts defeated, and
Speaker 1: made it most of the way back towards the main
Speaker 1: camp before I collapsed in exhaustion and the world drifted
Speaker 1: out of focus and my mind drifted out of focus.
Speaker 1: They're awake, I heard in Cotalan. My first thought was, Hey,
Speaker 1: that's cool that my cottalan is good enough that I
Speaker 1: can understand it when I'm half conscious. My second thought
Speaker 1: was there is a very handsome woman looking down at me.
Speaker 1: My third thought was I appear to be in some
Speaker 1: kind of hospital tent. Only then did awareness truly come
Speaker 1: over me. My brain refused to incorporate the recent trauma, though,
Speaker 1: and it was just a fuzzy oh that didn't go well.
Speaker 1: It's strange being a journalist, because I knew that soon
Speaker 1: enough I would be writing what happened. I have to
Speaker 1: not like because it's my job, but because you know,
Speaker 1: it's what I do. It's how I contribute to this
Speaker 1: terrifying and glorious world. I let people know what's happening
Speaker 1: in my strange corner of that world. I tell people
Speaker 1: how I'm feeling in case they can resonate with it.
Speaker 1: I entertain people, I hope, which has value to forgive
Speaker 1: me these introspective asides. They're only going to get worse.
Speaker 1: I am particularly aware of my mortality. Just now, for
Speaker 1: some odd reason, I woke up in a hospital tent
Speaker 1: in the main camp, and that first face I'd seen
Speaker 1: was doctor Abodi, a surgeon from Ohio. Good news, she said,
Speaker 1: in an accent that felt like home. I'm not going
Speaker 1: to cut off any of your limbs. So I laughed
Speaker 1: until it hurt, which didn't take long. Once I moved
Speaker 1: my arm by accident, pain coursed through me and I
Speaker 1: felt better. Look I am a simple creature. Okay, how
Speaker 1: bad is it? I asked? Your wounds are the war either?
Speaker 1: I suppose? Well, they're setbacks, for sure, she said. In
Speaker 1: both cases, you're not going to be walking for a while.
Speaker 1: Then you're going to be walking on crutches for a while.
Speaker 1: If I had to guess, you're a cane user now
Speaker 1: long term, at least some days, for the rest of
Speaker 1: your life, but I suspect you'll regain full use of
Speaker 1: your arm. She reached up and scratched the shaved half
Speaker 1: of her head reflexively in thought. As for the war,
Speaker 1: they don't tell us civilians too much, but I'll tell
Speaker 1: you that it is not looking good, not here, not
Speaker 1: for us. We're not cut off, not yet. There's still
Speaker 1: soldiers and materiel flowing in from Barcelona. But Barcelona itself
Speaker 1: is cut off unless a new front opens up for
Speaker 1: the Iberian Phalanx. It's kind of just a matter of time. Unspoken,
Speaker 1: we both knew what she meant by that. Maybe, dear listener,
Speaker 1: with all the horrors of this war, the fall of
Speaker 1: Valencia in twenty fifty three went unremarked upon in your circles.
Speaker 1: In different times, the exodus would have been one of
Speaker 1: the most important events in human history. When a million
Speaker 1: people died, helping a million people flee by boats, When
Speaker 1: horrid Nazi sea monsters rip people down into the depths
Speaker 1: of the Mediterranean, when Spanish soldiers and angry workers and
Speaker 1: art militias. Do you remember the art militias fighting as
Speaker 1: a form of expressionist art, the field of battle as
Speaker 1: the canvas when all these people with different politics fought
Speaker 1: alongside one another against the iron tide of fascism, but
Speaker 1: collapsed under its weight. It was the stand of Valencia
Speaker 1: that brought me to Iberia in the first place, to
Speaker 1: interview refugees who'd made their way to Barcelona. Many of
Speaker 1: those people have since joined up. Many of those people
Speaker 1: have since died in the fighting. Everyone who didn't make
Speaker 1: it out of Valencia was sucked into the Iberian Phalanx's
Speaker 1: war machine as conscript labor, as lab rats, as dead
Speaker 1: bodies to resurrect as literal food for the terrors they
Speaker 1: were designing and growing in the nightmare labs in Madrid.
Speaker 1: Imagine having the people eaten by Nazi sea monsters as
Speaker 1: the lucky ones. The twenty first century has given total
Speaker 1: war a new definition. It's not that if we don't fight,
Speaker 1: we fall under occupation. It's not that if we don't fight,
Speaker 1: we die. It's that if we don't fight, we will
Speaker 1: be transformed into horrors beyond the comprehension of the human mind,
Speaker 1: horrors that challenge the cruelty of even the old gods.
Speaker 1: So when doctor Abadi said it's kind of just a
Speaker 1: matter of time, it was with a weight that would
Speaker 1: have seemed almost unknowable to people only a generation or
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Speaker 1: Our body cleared me from the hospital tent in the
Speaker 1: early evening the day after the battle. It turns out,
Speaker 1: because I lost a day to pain and drugs, powered
Speaker 1: chairs were in short supply, so I let a handsome,
Speaker 1: old orderly volunteer to push me around in an old
Speaker 1: fashioned wheelchair. His name was Florencio and he'd been born
Speaker 1: in the twentieth century. Just barely, and he blushed like
Speaker 1: wildfire every time I flirted with him. He'd spent his
Speaker 1: whole life in Madrid, and his whole career as an
Speaker 1: orderly He'd evacuated during the coup, and he wept openly
Speaker 1: and fiercely when he talked about the triage of which
Speaker 1: patients they could get out of the city. They'd prioritized
Speaker 1: anyone the fascists were most likely to kill, But he
Speaker 1: was certain, as certain as he was that the sun
Speaker 1: would rise each morning that the remaining patients had been
Speaker 1: trans into the demonic labs, into the nightmare factories. I
Speaker 1: did what I could do. Signor Senora, he said, using
Speaker 1: one of the many outdated non binary honorifics that people
Speaker 1: have explored over the decades. I found it quaint and charming.
Speaker 1: We were outside in the cooling air, watching the sun
Speaker 1: set over the hills. I've been a war correspondent since
Speaker 1: this war kicked off, I told him, and I haven't
Speaker 1: met many people who've directly physically saved more lives than
Speaker 1: you have. You have to focus on what you've accomplished,
Speaker 1: on the people you've saved, not the things that you've failed.
Speaker 1: War has made an old person of you, he said, smiling,
Speaker 1: glad I got to live to be old. Then I
Speaker 1: told him, even if I had to speed run the
Speaker 1: whole thing. The old books always say that war is
Speaker 1: mostly waiting around, bored and miserable, until bad stuff happens.
Speaker 1: And certainly it really is mostly waiting around. There'd been
Speaker 1: a flurry of excitement when I'd first arrived, sure, but
Speaker 1: I spent the next two weeks without much going on.
Speaker 1: I wasn't bored and miserable. Though. Morale is a terrain
Speaker 1: of struggle, and it's one of the terrains we're winning on.
Speaker 1: I think that the complex stew of ideologies and frameworks
Speaker 1: and nationalities and just types of people and ways of
Speaker 1: looking at the world has made even a poorly fed
Speaker 1: camp on the losing side of a campaign into a
Speaker 1: place that is vibrant and exciting. We had enough fanatic
Speaker 1: nihilism to accept our dire situation, enough diehard old and
Speaker 1: archosyndicalus to remind us of the glory and legacy that
Speaker 1: we were part of. We had enough religious sorts to
Speaker 1: keep us arguing over theology, and enough political sorts to
Speaker 1: keep us arguing about politics. The semi democratic nature of
Speaker 1: the command meant that everyone kept up with planning and
Speaker 1: strategy and felt invested in our decisions. There was music
Speaker 1: from around the world. I took my turn telling stories
Speaker 1: around the fire, and I kept busy talking to dino
Speaker 1: handlers and medics and messengers and scouts. By the end
Speaker 1: of the second week, I could get around on crutches
Speaker 1: and even manage to be able to type a little again.
Speaker 1: But there's no getting around it. The Iberian Phalanx could
Speaker 1: attack at any moment, and the odds are not going
Speaker 1: to be in our favor if they do. I've been
Speaker 1: compiling this missive, this podcast script. What would I write
Speaker 1: if it were the last thing I would ever say
Speaker 1: in public? Some days, especially first thing in the morning,
Speaker 1: with a lover's arm draped over my chest and a
Speaker 1: little bit of a drool on my shoulder, the immediatism
Speaker 1: of many of the soldiers around me appeals to me.
Speaker 1: Maybe it's better to be forgotten. But after the midday meal,
Speaker 1: hardtack and tea, lately not something to write home about.
Speaker 1: I sit down to write, and there are so many
Speaker 1: things I want to say, so many things that I
Speaker 1: don't want lost forever. If you'll forgive me the self indulgence.
Speaker 1: I want to tell you about well. Me born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
Speaker 1: in twenty twenty eight. Back then Pennsylvania was a state,
Speaker 1: but I don't remember it as a state. I was
Speaker 1: in elementary school when our statehood was revoked and our
Speaker 1: teacher was replaced by someone quote less woke, who informed
Speaker 1: us that in the state's rights era of the Republican government,
Speaker 1: only states that understood core American values could be trusted.
Speaker 1: With such a high degree of independence, Pennsylvania joined Rhode Island, Maryland,
Speaker 1: and Massachusetts as an fat a federally administered territory. At first,
Speaker 1: this didn't change too much. I was still a second
Speaker 1: generation non binary kid and a third generation anarchist, so
Speaker 1: what the government said we should do didn't change my
Speaker 1: life too much. By middle school, though, my family started
Speaker 1: a home school co op because too many of my
Speaker 1: generation of kids was getting suspended or even sent a
Speaker 1: juvie or being trans and or non binary. I remember
Speaker 1: really loving my childhood. We were poor as hell, but
Speaker 1: so was the whole city, and we shared. We lived
Speaker 1: with my grandmother, missus Jones. She insisted that everyone call her,
Speaker 1: even though she had never been married. She just thought
Speaker 1: it sounded classy. She'd bought a cheap house in the
Speaker 1: mid auts, and there was always a rotating cast of
Speaker 1: folks passing through or extra families living with us. Sometimes
Speaker 1: there was drama, and more than once my grandma ran
Speaker 1: people out at gunpoint if they couldn't act right, if
Speaker 1: they weren't safe around us kids. But I had a
Speaker 1: lot of friends, and when adults in our lives told
Speaker 1: stories about the bullies and the homophobia that they'd faced
Speaker 1: us kids, it felt almost exactly the same as when
Speaker 1: they told ghost stories about murderers and demons. These were
Speaker 1: just imaginary tales to scare kids. All three of my
Speaker 1: immediate parents worked full time, and missus Jones. She let
Speaker 1: me call her another name, but she swore me to
Speaker 1: never mention it in print. Zones was the closest adult
Speaker 1: in my life. The federal administration rescinded our co ops
Speaker 1: homeschooling license when I was thirteen, and they sent us
Speaker 1: back to public school. My peers were mostly good, but
Speaker 1: the stuff they taught us was pure Christian nationalist propaganda.
Speaker 1: I used to get sent to the principal's office almost
Speaker 1: every day. The principle, though he was secretly on our side,
Speaker 1: so he'd say, when you walk out here, you'd better
Speaker 1: look like I scolded you, or they'll take me away
Speaker 1: and disappear me. What's worse, he he meant it that
Speaker 1: whole situation didn't last. When I was sixteen, the war
Speaker 1: came and it shattered well everything. My whole family and
Speaker 1: our whole extended network fled the city and crowded into
Speaker 1: a land project out in the mountains of the still
Speaker 1: a state because it was full of boot liquors West Virginia,
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Speaker 1: long string four and we're back. I lost missus Jones
Speaker 1: and two of my three parents in the six months
Speaker 1: of the war. We could have stayed out of it.
Speaker 1: Probably certainly us kids managed to. There's one moment that
Speaker 1: will stay with me, haunt me forever. My dad's name
Speaker 1: was Erico. He wasn't Italian, he was fourth generally Polish,
Speaker 1: but he was a history nerd, so he named himself Rico.
Speaker 1: He wasn't my birth father, but he had gone through
Speaker 1: the endless legal ordeal to adopt me and marry my
Speaker 1: birth parents, so that there was a registered cisgender caretaker
Speaker 1: to protect me legally. During those anti trans years, he
Speaker 1: was fighting in the anti war movement. And it's funny
Speaker 1: to say fighting in the anti war movement, and by
Speaker 1: that mean he carried a rifle and he trained in
Speaker 1: a militia because they were delivering EMP devices to communities
Speaker 1: across Appalachia and they were regularly involved in firefights in
Speaker 1: the process. I was sixteen and I wanted to go
Speaker 1: with him. We got in this massive blow up fight,
Speaker 1: just screaming and yelling. I started the yelling, but he
Speaker 1: yelled right back, which he wasn't allowed to do, and
Speaker 1: I told him as much while I threw things. And
Speaker 1: the reason we were fighting is because I wanted to
Speaker 1: go with him. One of my best friends from the
Speaker 1: Land Project had gone off to fight already. They're seventeen,
Speaker 1: you're sixteen. Erico yelled at me. What kind of anarchist
Speaker 1: are you? I yelled back, I'm your father first and
Speaker 1: an anarchist second. He yelled, I would disgrace my ancestors
Speaker 1: before I'd put you in danger. And look, I yelled
Speaker 1: the thing that everyone in my position has yelled at
Speaker 1: some point or another. I told him, you're not my
Speaker 1: real dad, and I stormed up to my room on
Speaker 1: the second floor of the old barn, and I slammed
Speaker 1: the door and the whole building shook, and outside my
Speaker 1: room in the common space, I heard Riko crying talking
Speaker 1: to my other parents, and I knew they were arguing
Speaker 1: about whether or not to let me come with them.
Speaker 1: And then and then they left. My seventeen year old friend,
Speaker 1: ginger Erico, Missus Jones, and my other father, Tomas, my
Speaker 1: real dad, which wasn't something I ever believed in. They
Speaker 1: went out that night on a mission, and they never
Speaker 1: came back. We never found their bodies. Probably, almost certainly,
Speaker 1: they were killed by a drone strike outside of Martinsburg,
Speaker 1: West Virginia that night. Of the seventy people killed in
Speaker 1: that strike, only fifty four were successfully identified. For a
Speaker 1: long time, I like to think that they were still
Speaker 1: out there. I don't know what I like to think anymore.
Speaker 1: The last thing I told Erico was you're not my
Speaker 1: real dad, and I'm going to be sitting on that
Speaker 1: in sorrow for the rest of my life. I forgive
Speaker 1: myself because I know that not only would he have
Speaker 1: forgiven me, he would have told me there was nothing
Speaker 1: to forgive that I hadn't done anything wrong. After they disappeared,
Speaker 1: I fell into a dark place for a while. After that,
Speaker 1: I barely left my room. I definitely never left the
Speaker 1: land until after the war. I did, though, start writing
Speaker 1: a job, which I suppose got me into the mess
Speaker 1: I'm in now. But when I say mess, I will
Speaker 1: also say that I am surrounded by passionate people successfully
Speaker 1: holding back fascism against incredible odds. I'm talking every night
Speaker 1: with so many wonderful people. I'm sleeping next to or
Speaker 1: with so many wonderful people. And I don't know if
Speaker 1: Erico was right or wrong ethically or ideologically to stop
Speaker 1: his sixteen year old kid from fighting in a war,
Speaker 1: but I know that I'm glad he did it. I'm
Speaker 1: glad he was willing to risk his own ethical purity
Speaker 1: to save my life. So thank you eric O Schpora,
Speaker 1: and I miss you Ginger, I miss you Tomas, I
Speaker 1: miss you, missus Jones. Maybe I'll see you soon. I
Speaker 1: sort of hope not, but maybe. Margaret here again. Thanks
Speaker 1: for listening to Cool Zone twenty fifty five How to
Speaker 1: Survive the Dinah War. We still have a little bit
Speaker 1: more from Mixed Money Face Murder before well I feel
Speaker 1: like I'm dragging it out because I'm really hoping we'll
Speaker 1: get another missive tied to a pigeon, or even better,
Speaker 1: maybe we'll all march in there. Maybe we'll free Catalonia.
Speaker 1: That'd be nice. I hope it happens. And plugs at
Speaker 1: the end of a podcast. Well, if you like the
Speaker 1: work that I do, you should go back and read
Speaker 1: one of the first series that I ever did, Danielle
Speaker 1: Kane series. The first book is called The Lamb Will
Speaker 1: Slaughter the Lion. If you go back far enough in
Speaker 1: Cool Zone Media history, you can hear me read it
Speaker 1: on Cool Zone Media Book Club to Robert Evans. And
Speaker 1: the third book in that series was called The Immortal
Speaker 1: Choir Will Send. Nope, that's not the name of it.
Speaker 1: That's a maybe mixing up the first two books. The
Speaker 1: second book is called The Barrow We'll Send what it may,
Speaker 1: and the third book is called The Immortal Choir Holds
Speaker 1: Every Voice. And it came out because I remember in
Speaker 1: summer of twenty twenty five, but more importantly than that,
Speaker 1: it was kickstarted in March. Yeah, it was March twenty
Speaker 1: twenty five that it was kickstarted, and so people back
Speaker 1: then they could have even as far back as February
Speaker 1: signed up for updates about that kickstarter, and then once
Speaker 1: the kickstarter went live, they could have gotten all kinds
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Speaker 1: It was a good time to get into that series,
Speaker 1: That's what I remember. But take care of yourself, take
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