It Could Happen Here - CZM Book Club: Cool Zone 2055: The Last Report from Mx. Murder

Episode Date: February 23, 2025

Margaret from the future relays the last message from Mx. Bunny Face Murder.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What would you do if mysterious drones appeared over your hometown? I started asking questions. What do you remember happening on that night of December 16th? It actually rotated around our house, looking as if it was peering in each window of our home. I'm Gabe Lenners from Imagine, I Heart Podcasts and Lenners Entertainment. Listen to Obscurum, Invasion of the Drones, wherever you get your favorite podcasts.

Hey, Brooklyn Nine Niners, it's a reunion. The ladies of the Nine Nine are getting back together for a special episode of the podcast, More Better. Host Stephanie Beatriz and Melissa Fumero welcome friend and former castmate, Chelsea Ferretti. Remember when we were in that scene where you guys were just supposed to hug and I was standing there?

Oh yeah! I was like, can I also hug them? Listen to More Better with Stephanie and Melissa on America's number one podcast network, iHeart. Follow More Better and start listening on the free iHeart radio app today. Do you remember what you said the first night I came over here?

Ow, Goes lower. From Blumhouse TV, iHeart Podcasts, and Ember 20 comes an all-new fictional comedy podcast series. Join the flighty Damien Hirst as he unravels the mystery of his vanished boyfriend. I've been spending all my time looking for answers about what happened to Santi. And what's the way to find a missing person? Sleep with everyone he knew, obviously. Listen to The Hook Up on the iHeart Radioio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you listen to your favorite shows. I'm Mark Seale.

And I'm Nathan King. This is Leave the Gun, Take the Cannoli. The five families did not want us to shoot that picture. This podcast is based on my co-host Mark Seale's bestselling book of the same title. Leave the Gun, Take the Cannoli features new and archival interviews with Francis Ford Coppola, Robert Evans, James Kahn, Talia Shire, and many others. Yes, that was a real horse's head. Listen and subscribe to Leave the Gun, Take the Canoli

on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. podcasts. And this, as you might have guessed by the title and the introduction, is another Dino Wars episode. Because it's been exciting. You all have reacted positively to Dino Wars. I mean, you know, we did get these podcasts from 30 years in the future, and obviously, it would be immoral of us to not play you all of the podcasts that we heard from 30 years in the future. Anyway, here's that. Hello, and welcome to Cool Zone 2055, How to Survive the Dino Wars.

I'm your host, Margaret Killjoy. And this week, well, dear listener, I have been stretching these missives from mixed bunny face murder as long as I could, because I've been hoping against hope that more would arrive. It's a strange thing to be writing my parts of these episodes safe-ish from the other side of the Iron Curtain. We've had a rare actual winter this year in Helsinki,

and I've mostly been based out of a friend's family lakeside cabin in an undisclosed location near one of the largest dinosaur breeding facilities in the world. I've been working on a series about that, which will be running soon. I've also, I have to admit, been feeling introspective myself while presenting to you these missives from Mixed Bunny Face Murder. When they talk about the old person that they met who'd just barely been born in the 20th century, well, I spent my entire childhood in the 20th century. Being old rules, I'm proud that I've made it. But it just brings into stark relief all of the thousands of people I've known who didn't

make it. I want, so badly, for mixed murder to make it out of the Iron Curtain. I see so much of myself in them, and I think about all the ill-advised adventures I've survived. I thought I was too old to shake my fist at the heavens and shout, It's not fair. But here I am, leaning on a cane in the frozen forest, looking up at the beautiful skies. I tell myself that, were I younger,

I would be on the front lines with them. But it feels like a cop-out. It isn't one, as my producers remind me constantly, but it feels like one. I need to do what I am best at, not what my ego insists I ought to do. And what I'm best at, apparently, is podcasting, at putting together and presenting stories.

A thousand years ago, I interviewed the science fiction author Ursula Le Guin when she was my age and I was mixed-murder's age. I asked her about the role of the fiction writer in social struggle, and she said something that will stay with me forever. I paraphrase here because I don't have my notes in front of me. But she said she was happiest when people let her alone to do what she was good at, to contribute in her own way. But that also didn't get her off the hook for doing the grunt work.

For her, the grunt work meant marching in peace marches and it meant stuffing envelopes for Planned Parenthood. No matter what, I'm not off the hook for showing up to be useful when it's raw numbers that we need, when grunt work needs doing. But I'm not a soldier, not anymore. I'm a cheerleader, an old trans bitch with pom poms. And it's not fair that mixed murder is in more physical danger than I am. Because realistically, I've only got a couple decades left in me in the best of cases.

But that's the way with war. It's not fair. It's not right. It's never been right that the young people are doing the dying. When I was younger, I didn't understand Ursula Le Guin's pacifism. I'm still not a pacifist. I'm about as support our troops as it can get in this worldwide revolution. But I understand on a gut level how looking at this century of slaughter

leaves you feeling terrified, even hollow. Those who make half a revolution dig their own graves, though. Or, to throw another cliché at you, the only way out is through. We are so close my friends, my comrades. In particular, I can say on air finally that there's a call for internationalist fighters to gather at Camp Rex in southern France. The beacons are lit dear friends. I'll be there at Camp Rex myself, though I've been told I'm not allowed to self-indulgently ride into war and death, that I am more liability than asset. There are millions of people trapped in Catalonia, and they're doing an incredible job of holding on, and hopefully they won't need to hold on much longer.

So, if you want to break the Iron iron curtain, make for Camp Rex, join the new Daruti column. If we can break the Iberian phalanx once and for all, something beautiful will blossom on the peninsula. I will say, as much as I long for a bit of glory, that dangerous thing, I'm quite enjoying my time on this frozen lake. My friends here still don't understand that I'm still vegan and don't want to eat the fish they catch. But I have spent hours lately on the ice with them. Not talking much. None of us talk much. Just looking at the trees.

My hosts, my friends, live in the ring of Vishnu that surrounds the breeding facility for about 30 miles in each direction. Living here is a beautiful way to contribute to the war effort. A crew of old Finnish women, cis and trans, moved into these old cabins by these old lakes just to keep an eye on the roads and the skies. They call themselves the Friends of the Bear, some reference to something in Finnish animism I don't understand quite well enough yet to talk about more. I almost feel like I belong here, as much as I've ever felt like I belong anywhere.

We heat the cabins with wood. Most of them get around by skis, but frankly I'm not so fit as the 70-year-old fins around me, and most days for work I head off by sleigh into the dyno facility. But that's a future episode. For now, we've got one more story from Mick's bunnyface murder. I hope, as much as I've hoped for anything, that this isn't the last we'll hear from them. I hope one day they'll be my age and I'll be dead and happy. And maybe 50 years from now, people will be able to be pacifists again.

Maybe Nazi zombies will sound as fictitious to the people of 2105 as they would have sounded to me in 2005. But if you want to help make Nazi zombies just a fiction again, if you want to ride courageously into war against half-tree squid monsters, if you want to sit atop an ankylosaurus and guard the cities and towns we've freed in this wide and beautiful world, then you need to attend classes put on by our most generous sponsor, DinoCadence.

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would like to remind you that even fully bonded dinosaurs, if hungry or irritated, may not want their teeth brushed. This podcast is brought to you by Gary. That's right, a guy named Gary. He gave us a lot of money and said, write me an ad about how this podcast was brought to you by a guy named Gary. You might think that this is a secret code to tell some unit of plesiosaur riders to attack some fascist-held port somewhere, but actually, it really is that a guy named Gary walked into our headquarters in Portland, Oregon, with a briefcase full of cash and said, I've been listening to Cool Zone Media for more than 30 years, and I live a very

simple life, so I don't have many expenses. And I just think it would be cool to hear my name on air. Thank you, Gary. Have you ever looked into the night sky and wondered who or what was flying around up there? We've seen planes, helicopters, hot air balloons, and birds. But what if there's something else, something much more ominous that appears under the cover of night, silent, unseen, watching?

They may be right above your car late one night as you cruise down the road or look like mysterious lights hovering above your home. Drones, or are they? We used the word drone because it was comfortable to other people. One minute it was there, one minute it wasn't. Oh, that is beyond creepy.

Do you feel like this drone was targeting you specifically? Yes, absolutely. Listen to Obscurum, Invasion of the Drones on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. The more better the merrier, title of your podcast. All your old Brooklyn Nine-Nine friends

are appearing on your favorite podcast, More Better. Don't miss Brooklyn Nine-Nine stars and show hosts Stephanie Beatriz and Melissa Fumero as they welcome their friends and former castmates back to laugh about old times and swap some stories. This week, it's Gina Linetti herself, the talented Chelsea Peretti.

Remember when we were in that scene where you guys were just supposed to hug and I was standing there? Oh yeah! I was like, can I also hug them? Then next week, the 9-9 nonsense continues as the more better amigas sit down with Joe Lattrullio, aka Detective Charles Boyle. There'll be more laughs, more conversation, more stories from the set, and more, more better. Don't miss a minute.

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With guests like Corinne Stephens. I've never seen so many women protect predatory men. And then me stops here. If you like witty women, then this is your tribe. With guests like Corinne Stephens. I've never seen so many women protect predatory men. And then me too happen. And then everybody else wanna get pissed off because the white said it was okay. Problem. My oldest daughter, her first day of ninth grade, and I called to ask how I was doing.

She was like, oh dad, all they were doing was talking about your thing in class. I ruined my baby's first day of high school. And slumflower. What turns me on is when a man sends me money. Like I feel the moisture between my legs when a man sends me money. I'm like, oh my god, it's go time. You actually sent it? Listen to the Good Moms 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. And without further ado, here is the rest of that message smuggled to us by our correspondent, Mixed Bunnyface Murderer. It takes a bit of a toll on your mental health when half your family dies in a drone strike, and I was never going to forgive the people who did it. If I was rewriting my history to sound heroic, I would have at this point thrown myself into the movement.

I would have dedicated myself to the destruction of the government that destroyed my family. Instead, I'm being honest, I dedicated myself to, well, the destruction of... me. That's not how I perceived it at the time. At the time, I was basically like, well, I'm gonna die soon, so I might as well have fun. I wasn't the only person to come out of World War III with a hedonistic lust for life and death, and the punk revival spread across the world. If I get out of this alive, then one day I'm going to write a nice cozy history of Ninth Wave Punk and how it tied into the liberation movements and philosophical tendencies

that led to the uprisings of the late 2040s. If nothing else, I'm sure you remember when that band No Thames Like Now went on that arson spree across Belfast. Ninth Wave Punk wasn't all positive. Right-wing shit came out of that culture, too, like fucking New Varag Army. They got theirs, though. They jumped a bunch of trans men in Paris, and that was the last thing they ever did. Before they died, though, they started that whole EcoFash Now movement that sadly outlived them. Many of the officers and

nationalist armies cut their teeth burning down social centers as a result of their music and culture. I wasn't in a band or killing Nazis or doing anything meaningful during most of the 2040s, though. I was doing horse drugs and fucking strangers. I even had an okay time. Horse drugs can be fun. Fucking strangers can be fun. I moved to Baltimore.

I got a job at a collectively owned cafe for a while until I decided I didn't want to go to meetings and we all, me included, voted to fire me. I moved into a squat in Fells Point with some folks. It was fine. I'm not ashamed. It's not what I'd tell younger me to do. It was during this time that I started going by mixed bunny face murder. But if this is the last thing I ever write, I'm not going to focus on those sort of lost

years. I'm going to focus on when I found myself. I'm going to focus on, well, dinosaurs. March 13th, 2049. I was 20 years old. With the rest of the world, I saw trike for the first time, the first modern triceratops. Ex vivo Genesis was thrust upon the world and I fell in love. When I saw trike impale that assassin, I knew this is the future of force.

I'd been a bit of a dino kid to put it mildly, but like half of the rest of everyone, I started reading everything I could about dinosaurs at that point. I've got a tattoo of trike on my belly with three horns for stabbing written over it in black letter font. To jump ahead a bit when that first anti-fascist dino unit, the Iron Dino Front came out of Germany, I got their three horns logo tattooed on my thigh too. a bit when that first anti-fascist dino unit, the Iron Dino Front, came out of Germany. I got their three horns logo tattooed on my thigh too.

Anyhow, yeah, I was obsessed. And once I had something to focus on, I started living a little better too. Who says obsession is bad for your mental health? Well, I guess a lot of people say that. I even got my old job back at that cafe for a while and started putting together community events talking about de-extinction and its relationship with the collectivist left. What really changed my life, though, is when all my interests came together at once. I walked into work one morning and there was a flyer taped to the glass.

Dino Cadence, the world's first collectively run burlesque sex show dinosaur circus, was coming to town, and they were looking for people to join them. I wish I could say I handled leaving my job that second time responsibly. But I didn't. I hope my former collective mates forgive me. I had a hard time understanding that with freedom comes responsibility, and I left people in a lurch. But yeah, I ran away and joined

the circus. I joined Dino Cadence. I fell in love with everyone there. I fell in love with Donna, the MC, when she did pirouettes around the floor between a fantastic menagerie of tooth, claw, feather, and scales, singing and shouting in her five octave range. I fell in love with Hurley, the dino keeper, a surly they-them who liked dinosaurs far more than they liked people, who would physically attack anyone who suggested mistreating the animals.

I fell in love with Arlo and Spike, the exotic dancers, and I fell in love with Grubby, the merch girl. What I didn't do, though, was, well, exotic dancers, and I fell in love with Grubby, the merch girl. What I didn't do, though, was, well, be very good at my new job. It turns out there's way more involved in burlesque and live sex shows than just being hot. I like to think I'm hot. But I'm not a performer, not really.

After a few mediocre to disastrous shows around the mid-Atlantic, I realized I was much better at writing than I was at publicly fucking. Mostly, I wrote over and over again about how committed we were to dino rights, how the animals were not involved in the sex parts of the show in any way, and how we were simply doing what we knew how to do to try to offer levity in dark times and teach about the care of dinosaurs. I started writing little dirty story zines to sell at the shows, and I started writing little dino care zines. I was only with Dino Cadence for about six months, but I traveled around half the world in that time.

I met some of the best musicians and performers in the world, and I also met some of the world's best dino keepers and revolutionaries. People would join and people would leave as suited them. And after about six months while I was in Lagos, I fell in love yet again with a Pan-Africanist organizer. I dropped off the dino cadence circuit. But what I didn't drop off of was these goods and services. No, what I also fell in love with was these goods and services. Geez, this might be the last ad transition I ever write and I did not nail it. So it goes. This podcast is brought to you by Pancakes.

In a literal sense, while I, Margaret, was editing this podcast for my cabin in that undisclosed location in Finland, someone I care about made me pancakes with blueberries baked into them and cherry jam on top. And it gave me enough energy to finish. This podcast is not brought to you by fresh caught fish, much to my hostess pleasure, because old habits die hard and I'm still vegan.

Though, I don't know, maybe mixed money face murder ate some fish and therefore this podcast is brought to you by fish. But I'm guessing this podcast is brought to you more by Hardtack. Hardtack, it's easy to make, it never goes bad and you can chip your teeth on it if you're not careful.

Try Hardtack today. This podcast is brought to you by the Council for the Reintegration of Ex-Fascists into Polite Society. The Council for Reintegration of Ex-Fascists into Polite Society would like to remind you that our goal is not the eradication of fascists, but instead the eradication of fascism. This will involve eradicating a lot of fascists by necessity, but that is simply a means to an end. Every ex-fascist is one less enemy for us to fight. Remember, when you make people pick sides, you have to let them be able to pick your own side. Have you ever looked into the night sky and wondered who or what was flying around up there?

We've seen planes, helicopters, hot air balloons, and birds. But what if there's something else, something much more ominous, that appears under the cover of night, silent, unseen, watching. They may be right above your car late one night as you cruise down the road or look like mysterious lights hovering above your home. Drones, or are they? We used to work drone

because it was comfortable to other people. One minute it was there and one minute it wasn't. Oh, that is beyond creepy. Do you feel like this drone was targeting you specifically? Yes, absolutely. Listen to Obscure, Invasion of the Drones on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. The more better the merrier, title of your podcast.

All your old Brooklyn Nine-Nine friends are appearing on your favorite podcast, More Better. Don't miss Brooklyn Nine-Nine stars and show hosts Stephanie Beatriz and Melissa Fumero as they welcome their friends and former castmates back to laugh about old times and swap some stories. This week, it's Gina Lanetti herself, the talented Chelsea Peretti. Remember when we were in that scene where you guys were just supposed to hug and I was

standing there? So I was like, can I also hug them? Then next week, the 9-9 nonsense continues as the more better amigas sit down with Joe Lattrullo, aka Detective Charles Boyle. There'll be more laughs, more conversation, more stories from the set, and more more better. Don't miss a minute. You felt safe enough to throw out a bad idea, right? I mean, that is the key because you're definitely not throwing out good ideas all the time. I mean, that's just not how it works. Listen to more better with Stephanie and Melissa on the iHeart Radio app, Apple podcasts,

or wherever you get your podcasts. This is John Cameron Mitchell and my new fiction podcast series, Cancellation Island, stars Holly Hunter as Karen, a wellness influencer who launches a rehab for the recently canceled. In the future, we will all be canceled for 15 minutes. But don't worry, we'll take you from broke to woke or your money back.

Cancellation Island's revolutionary rehab therapies like Bad Touch Football, Anti-Racism Spin Class and Mandatory Ayahuasca Ceremonies are designed to force the cancel to confront their worst impulses but everything starts to fall apart when people start disappearing. Karen where have you brought us? Cancellation Island where a second chance might just be your last. Listen to Cancellation Island on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. The OGs of uncensored motherhood are back and batter than ever. I'm Erica.

And I'm Mila. And we're the hosts of the Good Moms Bad Choices podcast, brought to you by the Black Effect Podcast Network every Wednesday. Historically, men talk too much. And women have quietly listened. And all that stops here. If you like witty women, then this is your tribe.

With guests like Corinne Stephens. I've never seen so many women protect predatory men. And then me too happen. And then everybody else wanna get pissed off because the white said it was okay. Problem. My oldest daughter, her first day of ninth grade, and I called to ask how I was doing.

She was like, oh dad, all they was doing was talking about your thing in class. I ruined my baby's first day of high school. And slumflower. What turns me on is when a man sends me money. Like, I feel the moisture between my legs when a man sends me money. I'm like, oh my god, it's go time.

You actually sent it? Listen to the Good Moms 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. During my time in Dino Cadence, I met some of the cool Zone media folks, becoming especially close to Mia and Molly. No offense to Margaret, who I assume is the one who's going to be stuck voicing

these episodes, or at least compiling them and adding the ads or whatever. So in the council in Lagos meant to talk about the ethical limitations of ex vivo genesis, I was the they them on the ground with writing experience and a pretty deep understanding of dinosaurs. They tapped me as a correspondent and I will say that I finally found what I was put on this earth to do. Travel around the world, talking to and sleeping with anti-fascists, and then writing about the experience.

If I'm writing this whole thing to kind of try to cement my place in history, I will say that at the Council of in history, I will say that at the Council of Lagos, I was there as a journalist, but during my reporting after the first day, I was the first one to call what they were working on the no monsters rule. And that phrasing stuck. That's my contribution to history. It's minor, but I'm proud of it.

In the great big eternal etching of history, I left my little scratch. I hope my life isn't over. I wish I didn't hope that. I wish I had the courage or foolhardy resolution of the people around me, with spears and stegosauruses who seem to chase after death, who want their only legacy to be the freedom of those who survive them. Sometimes I even manage it. My resolution comes and goes in waves, and right now it's receded a bit. I think back on my life and frankly it just hasn't been long enough. Even though it's already been longer than many peoples,

there are no guarantees. But I've gotten to see an awful lot of the world, and maybe I've helped in my way. After the Council of Lagos, well, you can track my work on this very network to the Pan-Africanist Conference in Cairo, to the fall of St. Petersburg, all kinds of places. And here I am in Catalonia trying desperately to keep Catalonia Catalonia instead of Spain or if the rest of Portugal falls like it might Iberia I think Eric Oh would have been proud of me probably no matter what I did But here I am full circle fighting a losing war against fascists in Catalonia

Just like the anarchists did a hundred and sixteen years ago. Everything goes in circles. We lost in 1939 but we didn't lose so completely that we haven't had another go of it. Maybe we'll lose in 2055 too, but honestly I don't think we will. I think things are different this time. I think the anarcho-syndicalists lost in Spain in 1939 because too much of the world ignored their struggle. Because there weren't enough internationalists. Because the world was trying to fight fascism one country at a time. Now? Now we're everywhere. And it's not just the anarcho-syndicalists alone against the world. It's truly a popular front. It's people

who not only don't agree on the nitty-gritty details of what a better world could look like, but people who don't agree on really broad strokes. Yet those people, we're working together, we're fighting together, because a horde of fascists, nationalists, and undead are threatening to drown the world. I think we'll win because we have to, because there are enough of us, because we're good at what we do, and because we've got fucking dinosaurs. At the Council of Lagos, people talked extensively about how fascists struggle to wield dinosaurs in war,

in agriculture, really just anywhere. They struggle, they struggle with dinosaurs. They can't seem to tame them. T-Rexes turn on Nazi handlers every time Nazis try to handle them. Why? Because dinosaurs are not domesticated animals. They are not pets. They are stronger than us and more toothsome than us.

And they know it. They do what they want to us, and they know it. They do what they want to do, and they don't respond to intimidation or fear. They're not mammals. We're going to win because the dinosaurs are with us. The dinosaurs are our friends. And together, we'll build a new world in the scorched ruins of this one. We didn't stop climate change, but we'll adapt.

And we'll ride Triceratops into a bold future of mutual aid, solidarity, and... What's that old slogan? A free association of cooperative autonomous groups working together for the purpose of mutual aid. And if you're listening, and you're one of my old co-workers from Baltimore, sorry I no-call-no-showed and joined the circus. That wasn't me being my best self. Well, that's what we've got for mixed bunny face murder. I hope against hope that we'll hear more from them.

But satellite imagery of the region isn't promising. Still, dear listener, if you join me at Camp Rex, we will see what we can do about breaking the Iberian phalanx and tearing down the Iron Curtain and letting Catalonia be Catalonia, and see if Mick's bunny-faced murder can write their punk rock analysis of the 2040s and fall in love another 15 or 50 times. In the meantime, we'll be back next week, probably with my report about all the latest innovations in De-Extinction. Lots of cute baby dinos and megafauna coming to you next week on Cool Zone 2055, How to

Survive the Dino Wars. and monthly at coolzonemedia.com slash sources. Thanks for listening. What would you do if mysterious drones appeared over your hometown? I started asking questions. What do you remember happening on that night of December 16th? It actually rotated around our house looking as if it was peering in each window of our home. I'm Gabe Lenners from Imagine, I Heart Podcasts and Linners Entertainment. Listen to Obscurum, Invasion of the Drones, wherever you get your favorite podcasts. Hey, Brooklyn Nine Niners, it's a reunion.

The ladies of the Nine Nine are getting back together for a special episode of the podcast, More Better. Host Stephanie Beatriz and Melissa Fumero welcome friend and former castmate, Chelsea Ferretti. Remember when we were in that scene where you guys were just supposed to hug and I was standing there? Oh yeah!

I was like, can I also hug them? Listen to More Better with Stephanie and Melissa on America's number one podcast network, iHeart. Follow More Better and start listening on the free iHeart. Follow more better and start listening on the free iHeart radio app today. Do you remember what you said the first night I came over here?

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Sleep with everyone he knew, obviously. Listen to The Hook Up on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you listen to your favorite shows. I'm Mark Seale. And I'm Nathan King. This is Leave the Gun, Take the Cannoli. The five families did not want us to shoot that picture.

This podcast is based on my co-host Mark Seale's bestselling book of the same title. Leave the Gun, Take the Canole features new and archival interviews with Francis Ford Cobola, Robert Evans, James Kahn, Talia Shire, and many others. Yes, that was a real horse's head. Listen and subscribe to Leave the Gun, Take the Canole on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.