It Could Happen Here - CZM Book Club: Cool Zone 2055: Massacred by Demon Ents

Episode Date: February 9, 2025

Margaret from the future relays a fateful battle in the forests of Catalonia.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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I'm Ellie Flynn, an investigative journalist, and this is my journey deep into the adult entertainment industry. I really wanted to be a playerboy, my doll. He was like, I'll take you to the top, I'll make you a star. To expose an alleged predator and the rotten industry he works in. It's honestly so much worse than I had anticipated. We're an army in comparison to him. From Novel, listen to The Bunny Trap on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever

you get your podcasts. Coolzone Media. Dino Wars, Dino Wars, Dino Wars. Hello and welcome to the Coolzone Media Book Club, the only book club where you don't have to do the reading because I do it for you. I'm your host, Margaret Killjoy. And as you've probably noticed for the past couple months on book club, we've been doing podcasts from the future. Specifically, from the Dino Wars of the 2050s. And without

additional adieu. Don't you hate those words that you only ever use in one way? Like no one ever talks about ado unless it's much ado or additional ado. That's the only ado that's available. Yeah, whatever. Anyway, here's the podcast we received from the future. Hello, it's Cool Zone 2055, how to survive the Dino Wars, and we are still hearing from Mick's Bunnyface Murder about their experiences behind the Iron Curtain in Iberia. If you would like to be part of breaking that Iron Curtain and rescuing the anarcho-syndicalist territory of Catalonia, you can become part of the solution by contacting this show's

most generous sponsor, Dino Cadence. That's right, the dinosaur dance troupe that pivoted to becoming the most popular dino riding trainers in the world. Because all of us, whatever we do for a living, can pivot into the fight against fascism. Admission is free, but spots are limited, so contact Dino Cadence today. And here is Mixed Bunnyface Murder. People always say, the next day dawned bright and early. As if the dawn didn't always involve brightness, and as if we don't define early by when the sun comes up.

It bothers me. Lazy writing. Life is too short for lazy writing. Especially my life, which seems like it's going to be way shorter than I had initially hoped. The battle had been exciting. The funeral had been fascinating. The sex had been spellbinding. But when the sun crept over the mountains of Catalonia, I felt spectacularly, terrifyingly, Catalonia, I felt spectacularly, terrifyingly alone. I left Octavia's tent and began to wander around the dreadnought camp. Only the dinos, the dino-minders, and the night watch were awake, and they were all

busy. What thoughts lie inside those big, strange dino brains? A shipment of hay came first thing in the morning, pulled by a dinosaur. Look, I can't tell all the bronto-looking species apart, okay? But it was a bronto-looking one. And that dinosaur was pulling a wagon the size of a barn, and the beasts began to eat. Most of the time, I can lose myself in the work. I would have asked details of the minders about the economics of feeding such massive

herbivores. In war, especially a war of mass casualty, feeding the omnivores and the carnivores is kind of easy. But I couldn't focus on my work. The high of the battle was long past and I was just scared. It threatened to overwhelm me and a few times it did, coming in waves like a panic attack. Like I'd been taught in elementary school, I fell back on the litany against fear. I let the fear come over me and through me, and I turned my eye to see where it had gone. But that morning, the fear kept coming. So I fell back on the other trick I know. Journaling. So I fell back on the other trick I know, journaling. I have lived as good of a life as anyone has been able to live in this war ravaged, climate

ravaged century. This century that has proven that the center cannot hold. This century that has brought out the worst and the best in humanity. I'm alive for now, let's be honest by the time you hear this I will probably be dead. And I'm alive to see the great worldwide revolution. You can't see this since it's an audio medium, but there are capital letters starting those words, worldwide and revolution. And I mean them somewhere between earnestly and ironically, like anyone means anything

these days. The worldwide revolution is the big grand thing we've been fighting for forever, and more formally since the 1840s or so. Wherever empire and colonialism has spread out of Europe, a little seed, a little antibody has gone with it. Whispered words in pamphlets and shouted words in labor union halls. Wherever the empire marches, so does the counter-empire. So does the hope for decolonization, for internationalism,

for all of us to join, siblings of the world, to share the bounty of the earth. I'm feeling maudlin, if I'm being honest. I'm usually a bit more cynical, a bit more detached. But revolution is earnest. You have to say, we should each give according to ability to each according to need, and then mean it so completely that you can jump off the neck of a dreadnoughtice, six-gun blazing, machete clenched beneath your teeth.

You've got to earnestly watch those old movies, like that damn Lord of the Rings everyone here keeps talking about, and think to yourself, yeah, a red day, a sword day. You've got to think to yourself, death, death, death. It's fucked up, really, because the whole fucking point is we're trying to destroy the death machine. And we're doing it so fucking violently. I'd say the pacifists have a point, but I'm not sure that they do. I spent three weeks in Frederick, Maryland, tending to the survivors of the Humboldt and Massacre of 49. If fascism is not stopped, it will murder all of us. I think over and over again about the American Civil War. I have ancestors who fought for the North, both white ancestors and black ancestors.

I have white ancestors who fought for the South, who killed people to defend the most evil institution in the history of the world, Western chattel slavery. Family lore says we've got a maroon in our blood too, who led guerrilla raids from the great dismal swamp. I don't know if that's true. I like to believe it. For centuries, people had tried in more subtle ways to end slavery.

Outbursts of violence and outbursts of legislative activity. Lots of people put a lot of work into changing hearts and mind and culture. Ten or twelve million people lived in slavery, all told, in the history of that terrible country. And what it took to free them was nearly three quarters of a million dead bodies. I wish some sins did not need to be washed away in blood. Two of my ancestors, at least, fought in World War II as well. They couldn't have hung out with each other because, even in World War II, the American

units were segregated. The white man, my great-great-grandfather's brother, died somewhere in France. The black man, a different great-great-something-or-other, survived and was forever transformed. Together, those two destroyed fascism as a political force for nearly a hundred years. Fifty to eighty-five million people died in that war. All of which is nothing, fucking nothing, compared to World War III and its billion dead. We don't have an accurate count on World War III.5, not yet. Maybe you out there listening from behind the iron curtain,

maybe you do. I've seen claims of 15 million and I've seen claims of a billion, but we are not done yet. And I don't like it. The thing that I hold onto though, the one thing that the Thanato Nihilus have right, is that none of us were going to get out of this alive anyway. Being alive is a death sentence. All we can do is try to live well and die well. There are two good deaths,

someone told me around the fire last night. You can die fighting for a better world or you can die in bed in that better world. We're guaranteed a death. The dreadnoughts want to die fighting. I want to die in bed. I sort of wish I didn't, because frankly I probably won't. If I'm lucky, I'll die violently and fast. If I'm not lucky, I'll die violently

and slow, or I'll be captured, and the Iberian phalanx does terrible things to their prisoners. Maybe I'll hit up the Armorer for one of those cyanide capsules. Just knowing my luck, I'd keep it in my gums during battle and bite it by accident. When people glorify war, they rarely talk about all the people who die by accident, who die in helicopter crashes, who are gunned down by friendly fire. Imagine being the poor son of a bitch who shot DeRudy in the first Spanish Civil War. But you know what else is inevitable besides death? Advertising.

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But overall, morale seemed high. The great thing, and sometimes terrible thing, about morale is that it is infectious. Octavia found me, slapped me on the butt, and said, Another beautiful day in the Corps. Every meal is a banquet, every paycheck a fortune. I love the core. I was fucking a movie nerd. A doomed movie nerd with a death wish and an ancient AR-15 and cheap pirate style cutlass, both of which had spilled blood the day before. Which is actually kinda cool. She was wrong about the meal being a banquet though.

It was muesli, just dry muesli, the human food equivalent of the hay that the dinos were eating. Listen up! an older dreadnought shouted, in Catalan and then in heavily accented English for the international fighters. He wore colorful, late-Renaissance brigandine armor, with a Napoleon hat on his head. I'd assumed the hat just sort of a joke, but actually it indicated some kind of rank. We've got word from the pterodactyl scouts that what's left of the enemy is holed up licking their wounds in the woods about three clicks north of here.

We can't abandon this position completely, so most of the main camp is going to stay put. But you'd better believe we volunteered the dreadnoughts to go wipe them out, finish up the job. The whole camp broke into a roar. Then the Napoleon guy raised his fist and everyone was immediately silent. Normally, this is the kind of raid better done at night. But they're wounded and they're on their back foot. Finish your food, kiss your loved ones, and suit up.

A couple unit of fag hags are coming with us, I guess to see how it's done. And as soon as they're here, we're heading out. The whole camp was awash with joy and cheering. People started singing, annoying Renfair-style singing, body songs and shit, swords held in the air above their heads. I caught songs sung in Arabic, Kurdish, Catalan, English, Italian, and German. The dreadnoughts are, somehow, maybe the purest distillation of internationalism. Most people stay in units united by language.

The dreadnoughts are united by their commitment to a short lifespan. Rationally, I knew that going into battle with them was a bad idea. Reckless lack of self-preservation is their defining characteristic. But sometimes when all your friends are jumping off a bridge, you think to yourself, I'd rather die jumping off this bridge than live my life questioning my own bravery. I don't know if that's what you should think, but sometimes you think that. It's normally a fine thing to think, because normally you're surrounded by friends who only jump off bridges that they assume are safe to jump off of. But it was better not to think too much on that. And look, spoiler alert, I wrote this whole script so I'm

clearly still alive to write. I don't die in the fighting. Everyone else though. The Thagh Hags arrived. It was the Eldian Wall, the clique that spoke Elvish amongst itself. I was disappointed to not have more friends with me. But you don't go into battle to make friends, you do it to write podcast episodes? What a fucking weird job I have. I caught a ride on a dreadnoughtus alongside the rest of the dreadnoughts.

Octavia said she wasn't gonna ride with me, because she wasn't there to keep me safe, she was there to kill Nazis and probably die. This did not comfort me. They travel on those platforms built under the backs of those giant beasts and it felt more like sailing through a storm than riding a horse. You don't disguise the stampede of the largest creatures to ever walk the earth, so our only hope for surprise was speed. Dreadnoughtus and Stegosaurus aren't the fastest creatures, but we made a decent clip over

the hills and into the forest beyond. We thought we had the enemy outnumbered and outmaneuvered. Turns out it was an ambush. We made it deep into the trees all the way to the little Nazi camp, before we met Resistance. I was near the rear of the Dino Parade, so I didn't get a great look at the camp. Seemed to be about a hundred tenths, with some makeshift palisades and two machine gun nests. The nests opened up right away, but RPGs from the Dreadnoughts silenced them quick.

Then the enemy encircled us. This wasn't the remnants of the force we'd taken on the day before. This was something new. Not just fresh reinforcements, but something new and something horrible. Some nightmares concocted in a Nazi lab. First came the screamers, of course. But behind them wasn't a line of zombies. Behind them were monsters. Things made of flesh and vine, some unholy union of squid,

giant and tree. Each face at the top of the strange trunks was made from a dozen or more people, all of them suffering, all of them screaming, all of them united in rage. These hell beasts, demon ants, I feel like I'm responsible for naming these things, but I don't know where to begin, walked towards us on trunk and leg and tentacle. Someone on my platform opened fire with a belt-fed gun, and bark and blood poured out of the creature near us, but it kept lumbering and stumbling towards us. A cheer, a shout, broke out across the dreadnought ranks. A collective death rattle. Warhorns blew, and dreadnoughts jumped to the earth with axe and gun to do battle with the nightmare. and dreadnoughts jumped to the earth with axe and gun to do battle with the nightmare. In the distance I saw Octavia with her cutlass climbing one of the creatures.

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I'm Ellie Flynn, and I'm an investigative journalist. When a group of models from the UK wanted my help, I went on a journey deep into the heart of the adult entertainment industry. I really wanted to be a playboy model. Lingerie, topless. I said, yes, please. Because at the center of this murky world

is an alleged predator. You know who he is because of his pattern of behavior? He's just spinning the web for you to get trapped in it. He's everywhere and has been everywhere. It's so much worse and so much more widespread than I had anticipated. Together we're going to expose him and the rotten industry he works in. It's not just me. We're an army in comparison to him. Listen to The Bunny Trap on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.

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Listen to the good momoms, Bad Choices podcast every Wednesday on the Black Effect podcast network, the iHeart Radio app, Apple podcast, or wherever you go to find your podcast. And we're back. I hit the ground and that 10 weeks of training at Dino Cadence really paid off because I knew how to land rough, hitting the ground in a roll to absorb some of the impact.

No permanent or even lingering damage. But the fall was not the end of my danger. As soon as I regained my feet, the severed limb of somebody hit me in the chest and bowled me back over. I stood up again and I saw the fight. Zombies were coming out of the woods, walking between the legs of the nightmare trees. I swear, if I live long enough I'll name them properly. It was almost a relief to see the enemies mooks, because then I had something I could

fight. I had my Mossberg and several gun belts full of shells, and I spent the next confused minute shooting dead people in the face to make them stop trying to kill me, reloading into the tube barrel every spare moment I had. Above me, an RPG hit a Cthulhu treebeard, and snapped it in half. The upper half fell to the earth, lifeless. The lower half of legs and tentacles kept thrashing, now mindless, taking out dreadnoughts and zombies alike. A dreadnoughtus reared up on its back legs and then stomped

what was left of the death tree into splinter and bone. The dinosaur roared. I've never heard a dreadnoughtus roar before, but I suspect that people back at the main camp so many clicks away could hear it too. I don't know that I've ever heard anything so loud or so beautiful. But the nightmares kept marching out of the trees and one by one and ten by ten the fighters around me got their wish to die in the fight against fascism. We were clearly not equipped for the fight in front of us. Then the shining conquistadors strode out from the dark forest. Lances and rifles are gleaming like angels of death come to summon us up to a fascist heaven.

I hate to give them credit, but look, no one has ever accused fascists of failing from a fashion point of view. Well, except the US Christian Nationalists of the mid 2020s before they settled into an unfortunately coherent and effective cowboy vibe. I shot one of those shiny fucks right in the chest with buckshot, but their breastplates were modern steel and he scarcely noticed. So I shot him in the face and he scarcely noticed, but this time it was because he was dead. Then someone shot me in the arm and someone else ran a lance into my leg.

And I remember thinking, wow, I feel like this should hurt more than it does. And noticing I no longer had a shotgun and then I was thinking, I guess I'm gonna die? But instead of dying, someone with a handgun shot both of my antagonists. The battle was lost, that much was clear. Dreadnoughts don't run, but they are willing to stubbornly retreat, a handgun shot both of my antagonists. The battle was lost, that much was clear. Dreadnoughts don't run, but they are willing to stubbornly retreat, each arguing with the other over who would have the honor of staying to the bitter end.

Thaghags, though, they're brave enough, but they're not foolhardy. I saw a stegosaurus and limped towards it while dinosaurs and trees fought a terrible war. While medieval knights fought conquistadors, both sides armed with blade and rifle. Somehow, I wound up with a handgun in my uninjured hand. I probably picked it up off a corpse. I made two more people into corpses, then made it to the Stegosaurus. Slowly, a handful of us made it out of the woods.

No shared language between us besides the language of grief and anger and anguish. The cavalry was not coming to save us. And I limped for kilometers across the hills, while behind us, dreadnoughts held back those who would have hunted us down and killed me. Out of the 600 dreadnoughts who went into those woods, 44 came back out. Octavia was not among them. I hope, somewhere, she's happy, or at least resting in death. I hope I never see her among the faces embedded into bark and bone. I hope I never see her screaming in eternal pain. I hope I see her when I die instead and whatever happens next and whatever dreams may come. I suspect though, soon enough,

I'll know what dreams come. Because, dear listener, I don't think I'm going to make it out of the Iron Curtain. Not unless you mobilize and break the fascist lines. But I suspect, dear listener, that wherever you are, you're dealing with fascists of your own. My only hope, our only hope, is that we crush them beneath the feet of giant lizards. That we smash them. That we smash them, that we break them, that with our life and with our death, we can destroy the death machine that threatens to envelop the world.

And that's been uplifting a little bit from Mixed Bunnyface Murder. You've been listening to Cool Zone 2055, How to Survive the Dino Wars. And we promise there will be more uplifting the parts of this too. It's just, I really feel like we owe it to Mixed Bunnyface Murder to read their whole statement. You know, they put a lot of work into getting this out. And there's a lot we can learn from it.

Even though again, I would like to remind everyone that most people do survive any given war. It's just rough. Fascism is rough and we gotta fight it. But if you wanna support me, you could, boy, I remember 30 years ago in 2025 when I put out a book called The Immortal Choir Holds Every Voice. What a good time that was. What a good book it was. If I recall correctly, it kickstarted in March 2025. And I believe that there was audio editions of all of the books in the Danielle Cain series as part of that kickstarter, which was pretty cool. It was pretty cool that that happened back then in 2025. Anyway, join us next week for more adventures from the Dino Wars.

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