Category: Bill Shea
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Final thoughts on the Edmund Fitzgerald (and the Titanic)
I attended the memorial service (at the Mariner’s Church of Detroit – the “musty old hall” from the song) to mark the 50th anniversary of the SS Edmund Fitzgerald sinking. As an old-head Titanic buff and a Great Lakes kid, it was moving and fascinating.
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A Bad Night For Sadistic Meatheads
It was a year late, but the Blue Wave arrived as a full-throated rejection of Donald Trump and MAGA. I’d forgotten what winning felt like. Today is a good day.
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Under October skies: Jack Kerouac, Chet Baker, and what I am reading (plus Dracula)
My reflections on the month of October and why it’s my Jack Kerouac and Chet Baker month. Also, what I am reading and you should read, too. Oh, and my favorite horror films.
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How I Spent My Summer (angry, fat, stoned, and on the road)
After a long hiatus, I am back with a novella-length essay on a wild range of stuff: Trump’s crimes and outrages, my Charlie Kirk murder breaking news experience at my favorite hotel, “One Battle After Another”, Pee Wee’s dinosaurs, Singapore Slings, drugs, depression, The Doors, Bourdain, spaghetti Bolognese, old and new Vegas, the desert, Hunter…
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How an ankle sock (and tacky fascism) drove me into therapy
I had an brief but ugly mental breakdown last week over something extremely trivial, but it was a sign to get help because this world isn’t going to get better any time soon. No one is coming to save us, and getting stoned just makes me fat.
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A Conspiracy of Dunces: Trump, A.I., and nuclear weapons
Experts say it’s inevitable that artificial intelligence will be used to manage our nuclear weapons arsenal and its usage — a nightmare scenario under the relentlessly cruel and bungling Trump regime
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A drunken driver killed my sister 23 years ago. I am finally writing about it.
After putting it off for a couple of decades, I finally have written an elegy for my late sister. She should have turned 60 this year, but died at age 37 in 2002. And that sucks.
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Asstastic: The Butt Stuff Chronicles
I had my third colonoscopy since 2021 today and while it’s not fun, this form of butt stuff has saved my life. So I explain in gruesome detail how it all went (with mentions of Lou Reed, Jimmy Buffett, and the New York Jets).
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America, land of moral perverts and moon pissers
Americans abandoned cars, bags of human shit, and golf balls on the moon, and back on Earth we’re abandoning democracy for a fascist white nationalist regime run by greedy sadistic dipshits.
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My annual ‘morbid’ birthday list of dead celebrities
Every year on my birthday, I assemble a list of celebrities/notables that died at the age I just surpassed. Not out of morbidity but because I cannot believe I have out-lived them. Today, I have officially out-lived Michael Jackson, Billy Mays, and Tattoo!
Unpaid Bills 