Category: Bill Shea
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Ladies and Gentlemen … The Doors
Jim Morrison and The Doors have been my life soundtrack since I was a teenager in the mid-1980s. Do they still matter? Does the mythmaking and bullshit obscure their unique achievement?
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Splashdown! Finally some good news amid the insane bullshit
The Artemis II moon mission was a rare bright spot for a world gone mad with war, killing, and plunder, especially for a space-obsessed Gen X kid that still clearly remembers the 1986 Challenger tragedy.
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Lawyers, Guns, and Money: Racist perverts rule our world
The world’s ruling class can literally fuck your children and there’s nothing you can do about it, and no way to hold them truly accountable. And that sucks! So what do we do?
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Unhappy New Year! We’re the bad guys!
Shitty 2025 has given way to an even shittier 2026. Trump’s fascist goons are killing us in the streets, and he’s declared he’s a god-emperor bent on conquest. What we do now will make all the difference.
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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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