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A Short Departure From the Sanctuary; Short Stories

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A Short Departure From the Sanctuary; Short Stories

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Aug 6, 2019


A collection of short stories, generally with a post-modern theme.

Aug 6, 2019

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3-23-21. Labor Day – First Monday of September (an excerpt)?????Do not bother.Do not vote.It doesn’t matter.The black Muslim thug assisted fix is in.You are being overrun.And you are paying for it.If you make a black, a Muslim, or their US representatives feel uneasy, you face ten years for a seditious hate crime. January 6. It is a “reason” to disarm you.If a black or a Muslim kills you, it is your fault. Your ancestors taught them how, and their “religion” rewards them for it. March 22-23. It is a “reason” to disarm you.That you never contacted these interlopers, nor did you ever want to engage other species, does not matter.To try to publicly communicate with the non-collaborative members of your species is a prescription for legal charges or shut-down.Their appropriation of the entire world is near complete, and you cannot stop their long-planned-anti-white-Christian agenda.The best thing to do is to say nothing and just wait for the day they come for you. On that inevitable day, take a few of them to Paradise with you. Jesus approves.3-20-21. Biden takes on stairs; loses badly. An unidentified spokesperson for the President-not-in-charge (PNIC) said that his movements were erratic prior to encountering the stairs; as he was trying to keep the poops in his shorts. In all fairness, if you view the video, during his tiny stepping approach, the guard is looking at PNIC's pants as they have an unrecorded conversation. This seems entirely consistent with the three accidents. Depends.Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin said; “We are investigating this Biden flop as part of America’s single largest problem; acts of domestic terrorism perpetrated by organized white supremacist militias. We know that these groups have infiltrated the US military and law enforcement; and now the hallowed halls of the Secret Service itself. We have detained a white-breaded Secret Serviceperson carrying illegal zip-lock baggies, who once posted on the ‘Proud Boys’ web site. We believe that this person and other covert conspirators conspired to douse Biden’s cornflakes with milk of magnesia before greasing the Air Force 1 stairs. Mr. Biden informed me that he feared for his life no less than did AOCotex, and in that propulsive instant his entire life flashed behind him. I think we all have felt his pain. Make no mistake about it. This is the real shit. These acts are no legitimate fiery looting protests. These acts are intolerable destructive insurrections. We are not farting around here. This administration will not rest until we have ferreted out every white supremacist devil, even if we have to kill or incarcerate half the white population. In that regard our investigation seeks the help of all our good citizens with doctored social media posts. Send us those which cast aspersions upon the white bastards you hate; the guy who left you for that floozy, the father who took away your weekend privileges when he found your fentanyl stash, and any other fascist perpetrator of repression. Thank you. We’ll take it from there. ...... Whoops. Oh boy. Gotta go. More than you might know. ....... Ah, sweet Jesus. Please hold that thought. It’s domestic terrorism!!!”In other news, the ACLU has filed a federal suit which says that illegal aliens who are housed in hotels, have the right to choose the hotel and town they wish. Martha Baumstein, Acting Chief Gripe Coordinator has stated; “These free hotel passes, as currently structured, are too often used as methodologies to shuffle the illegal darkie criminal population away from the devil white areas.”3-6-21. DRIVER’S LICENSES, WELFARE, SOCIAL SECURITY, FREE MEDICAL CARE, FREE HOUSING, AND UNLIMITED VOTING ENFRANCHISEMENT FOR EVERYTHING NON-WHITE. COME HERE. COME HERE. COME HERE NOW! THE GATES ARE UNMANNED. THE DEVIL WHITES MUST PAY. THIS IS A DEMOCRACY, GODAMMIT."In case you're an American loser, you would do well to go to Mexico and renounce your US citizenship. Then you can come back as proper illegal alien." -Obomber/Biden-.3-5-21. Things have been slower than a Biden $2,000 promise. You're supposed to be cordial, polite, and all that. But for your own good, I guess its best not to count on or take the offer of a ride home from a cognitively challenged codger who doesn't know his own address. Drop a few nukes on Iran already. Willya, Ben?10-02-20. I have a small request. I make my books available freely here on Smashwords, and I hope that some enjoy them. However, I absolutely detest what the BLM-Antifa-“Democrat” conjunction stands for; further aided and abetted through their full agreement with the colluding co-operation clearly shown by the monopolistic, Dem-protected, e-purveyors of edited BS. I request that if you identify with this group, you do not download any of my property. I would feel horrible if I thought that I was giving gifts to the enemy. Further, if this compels you to write negative reviews or carpet bomb my books, please feel free. It’s not new to me, I don't care, and your miniscule opinions have no relevance to anything, with the possible exception of your deluded self. Thank you.8-20-20. White House press secretary compares teachers to 'meat packers' and dismisses safety concernsIt was reported today that White House Press Secretary Kayleigh McEnany showed little sympathy Thursday (yesterday) for teachers expressing concerns over their safety heading into school re-openings as the coronavirus outbreak persists in many areas of the country.When asked about teachers going on strike, McEnany compared them to "meat packers."“Look, we believe teachers are essential workers;" McEnany said. "The media never stopped working during this pandemic. Our meat packers didn't stop working during this pandemic. Our law enforcement didn't stop working during this pandemic; nor should our teachers, because America's children must come first."This writer would like to go on record as joining the criticism of Ms. McEnany. By now, she should have learned to be more openly respectful of meat packers. If such careless speech was taken to be directed at one of the organized sacred-cow-groups this could have led to “righteously” tolerated riots, looting, arson, and further law enforcement injury in the weak-kneed, criminal-loving, Dem-libtard cities. Totally inappropriate and appalling!3-21-20. Getting wrapped up in what seems more important than books. Books are great, but this Chinese Bat Challenging Virus is getting all the headlines now. Yeah, I said Chinese and bat; the same sources of the 2003 SARS virus. Verify that if incredulous.Empirical evidence – The coronavirus can spread to 100% of the world’s population, killing 2-3% of it, and perhaps worst of all obliterate tons of money. The response of the medical authorities has been one which might slow its exponential growth rate to 60 MPH; thereby allowing it to run its course at a reduced speed, obstructing any and all low risk remedies with unquestioned impunity. The priority of social media commentators has been to use their time to milk the situation to make stupid politically oriented remarks about Trump, rather than question the thwarting authorities.Conclusion – Social media commentators and health authorities are implicitly colluding to let the coronavirus run its course.Comment – Social media commentators could just as easily post remarks of times when medical authorities did stupid things like not wash their hands before operations and apply leeches to the sick. More currently, Fauci must have been absent when the med school instructors explained the difference between a medicine and a vaccine. Either that or it went over his well-below-average-height head. A possible way to be part of the solution rather than part of the problem is to point out medicine’s mistakes and demand they release the safe possible coronavirus remedies available. If they continue to be unreasonable, further options include taking away their authority, or killing them.Simple and indisputable; wouldn’t you say?3-19-20. I've been meaning to blog here for some time, but have been overwhelmed by the news of the day, and the unasked questions no one has yet dared asked the ineffectual medical authorities; their "actions" some might characterize as obstructive; the fringe saying the exploding, bat-eating, Chinese Virus pandemic is being used as a diversionary device intended to promote further western interdependence and close relations with those not yet well-versed in healthy dietary considerations, apparently not interested in how that affects others than themselves.My writing has suffered an inability to concentrate on the fiction when the reality is overwhelming, but so such entertaining diversions should. I really don't care, and hope you also only care about the important things.Posted on GR this AM. Consider this potentially good news of a Trump announcement of a possible coronavirus cure; already in existence with all required approvals. The url has now been deleted by someone or something.Let's see how the useless, stupid, midget at WHO tries to fuck this one up.Less than 3 hours later. Surprise, surprise. My naivte is quite an embarrassment. WHO sister affiliate "expert" has many reservations and suggests more testing of a drug they approved a half century ago. "Test, test, test, and sequester" is apparently preferable to approved potential cure. ............. Hehehe. Are these people worth taking seriously? They must be joking. .............. A conspiracy nutter might suspect a different agenda. the face of an exponentially increasing merchant of death, it seems so simply true to say "Ignore those WHO would find 'reasons' to obstruct," that current obstruction that of one of their own approved medications.One militaristic in reviled, but needed background might just say; "Off with their heads."Be safe and well, but also realize that the longer you allow the authorities to dictate your options, the sooner you will have none.8-2-19. I started writing upon retirement about eight years ago. With that, I continued my lifelong pattern of getting a fast start and then fizzling. Hehe. This time it was just a hobby. I continue on, my primary intent, other than engaging in a cost-free, time filling dalliance, is to give the reader a pleasant, few hours experience; intended entertainment value, as opposed to anything more meaningful, my priority.Unlike most indies, I don't get upset if you don't like the book. I'd rather you did, but if you don't just cut it after 5-10 pages. No one is obliged to suffer.Not counting one baseball book, I write fiction. Different topics are covered, but there is a disproportionately slight weighting toward crime and talking animals. The latter was first intended to be for children, but it turned out to encompass others as well.P.S. Sometimes a delivered indie document is not all it should be; fault widespread. Mostly mine, as without effort or intent, I'm a computer klutz. If quality issues are your case, just e-mail me at sumcanps@aol. com and I'll be glad to forward an apology and a good pdf, doc, docx, html; mobi a problem. PDF seems to work well regularly reasonably well whatever the source; and the rest sketchy.A gigantic thank you to Smashwords for kindly granting the indie maximized options under the constraints of the IT stuff. That is a commentary directed at the net in general or me only , as if it takes more computer work to maximize sales, I just won't maximize them. As a retiree that's OK; at most a 61 year old's, 70 re-write of a "youth" inspired, Edonistic ignorance. "Why do we have to grow old?"9-10-19. I am most appreciative of the Smashwords' tech help I've thankfully received mostly regarding the required formatting, which is quite difficult without prolonged personal attention for one not computer savvy, like me and most of the post millennials. Thank you Smashwords and thank you Mr. Coker. As far as I'm concerned your efforts have provided a venue wherein indies have been given a mike.It seems a seductive shame that other sites seem to make things easier while their results provide nothing more than an illusory, provocatively simple entrée into lit. It is a further shame that their easy and seductive jokes continue their intended, totally mercenary, shame engendered is still mathematically confirmed.I guess that the best we can do is laugh.Later that day. Hi again. Don't want to seem so serous. .................... Mostly. To be compelled to do that eliminates one from the "cool' list and minimizes the parties to which one is invited. It's kind of a convoluted, non-obvious story; but one which those who have been there quietly understand, while those who have not been never can. It's not their fault to have been given attributes which are consistent with the notion of the popularity we all lie about desiring, saying that it doesn't matter, with some degree of momentary "truth," which negates every pre-dawn vision/dream we dream in a sun-hidden nirvana, most prompted by the wonderful, innocent kitten who just seeks play, food, and refreshed water; thankfully disturbing our sleep with the periodic claw they gradually come to understand can hurt and hold back and thereby on.The cats sleep while it is light; so I guess the best thing I can do during the day, is something which might have something to do with someone's idea of lit or attempts at an entertainment dismissed, shortly after the pretension taken as implied wears off, with its wrongfully construed sense of being unique; that mis-stated thanks to the inadequacy of words.Hey readers. Peace and love. It's really much simpler than the words make it sound. Trust me? I wouldn't.

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by Edward Drobinski

Copyright © 2013 Edward M. Drobinski

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The king is dead. Long live the king. Young King David. Few of us knew him, certainly not me. I only knew what he wrote and said publicly. On occasion he wore robes and crowns as the audience hung on his every word. I suspect he found that necessary, but discomforting. Though I normally cower near judgmental statements, he produced an exception and I have to say that he was, without a doubt, one of the best writers of all time; perhaps the greatest. For me his legacy is that he brilliantly, humorously and bravely, as no one else could, opened paths of dialogue, which lesser men avoid in cowardice, though they often chuckle out a few words, thinking that they are fooling someone other than themselves, about discretion being the better part of valor. He called it as he saw it. Was he the post-modern King Arthur? I think not, but maybe Sir Lancelot. More importantly he was sufficiently shortsighted to be born into a democracy. But, the King Arthur’s yet to come will acknowledge a debt to the pioneer. Some song, whose title escapes me now contained the lyrics; The original is still the greatest.

Am I saying he was some sort of saint? Again no, but I really don’t have the slightest idea. I could say that he was the most intellectually gifted, emotionally constipated cross between Doubting Thomas, John the Baptist and Hermes. He had the demanding audacity to believe that the OTHER shouldered the burden of proof, I suppose consciously or not, considering himself, obviously, above it all. In his tower it would be easy to simply assume that. Who would dare argue? All wannabe peers backed off when they thought they might be close to inviting his eloquent and precise evaluation. The many had no clue as to what he was saying and were incapable of refutation.

Though he always was a member of some church, it seemed obvious to me that he was an agnostic, seeking the new in a junkyard, partially blinded by his own imperfect illumination (Who is perfectly illuminated?) to the possibility that something long forgotten would suffice nicely. I hope that it was not the case that he was willfully lost and confused in his own thick forest of outstanding and incisive rhetoric, which he utilized as a reason to stop acting. I think not.

Don’t make the mistake of thinking that I consider myself equal or his judge in saying what I have. These avenues of

thought would have remained covered with spike infested bushes, if not for his brave and genius clearing. It boggles the mind to consider what more would have come, had he the time. What would have next happened to Gately after he was awakened on his back on the beach’s freezing sand, rain coming from a low sky when the tide was way out, my candidate for all-time greatest closing line?

So, with this book I say goodbye to the friend I never met. All truly creative writers would be benefitted by reading him. I wish I could hear his evaluation of this book, as it’s really only one of a very few that matters at all to me. If he were here I would merely request that his assessment focus on the ideas and not the universally unequalled standard of prose that was so simple for him. Goodbye. I wish I knew you.

A Travelling Companion

On his first day out he had named the place Tranquility, as he chose to put a positive name spin on the dry, barren territory, seemingly abandoned by anything capable of movement. He could see no obstructions ahead. Flat, off-white, sandy terrain extended as far as he could see in front of him. An undulation would have been a visual delicacy and a source of inspiration, but he was satisfied with what he could get. Sporadic big chief cactus was an excellent cup of hallucinatory water for his frequent thirst replenishments and presented no hazard, provided he didn’t fall into one while tippling. The light blue open sky stared at him from all directions. He was only aware of it whenever he managed to keep his head off the ground. The stationary sun generated its callous, persistent heat while positioned directly overhead, casting no shadows. He had just arisen and thought it strange that the same surroundings he encountered prior to rest were still those precisely in evidence now. He supposed that would be the most logical scenario, but thought that the desert’s quiet stillness and solitude defied reason, its irrationality the object of his desire. This was the third sleep break he had taken, so he presumed he was starting out the third day of his long awaited escape. He picked up his bag of secrets, slung it over his shoulder and walked what he thought was west, though he really had no way of being certain. He was also under the gleeful impression that he was alone until he heard a mildly assertive, female voice not far behind him call out; Hey, what are you doing here?

He shuddered and visibly cringed. Oh no, he murmured as his shoulders dropped in resignation. He had been lucky enough to have three days, or periods between sleeping, to himself and now it was over. I was looking forward to this all my lousy life, picked the most undesirable place in the world and someone had to follow me here. She probably is pushy and dumb enough to think I owe her something for gracing me with her unwanted presence. Three days. Three good days after a lifetime of boring stupid females asking why. And it’s over already. If there’s any god he’s cursed me, so I return the favor. Do your worst. You pathetic sadist; you already have. Here comes a stupid barrage of; Why this? Why that? Don’t you think that blah, blah, blah and more blah have to be considered when blah, blah and more blah is the case? He found bleak humor in his last few unplanned words; Now that some person no one else wants has to park next to me, coincidentally of course she’ll say, more blah will certainly be the case."

He heard a louder Hey, and for the eight millionth time learned that he could not wish away or ignore away unwanted people. He was stupid and desperate enough to be looking for miracles in a very un-miraculous and tedious world. Resigned to the lifelong inevitability of being pestered by stupid boring people, he reluctantly turned back to see a crazy lady, garbed in hobo clothes; a simple button-up, short-sleeved, red shirt, tattered blue jeans and sandals. Her secret bag appeared the same as his, perhaps a rip or two superior. It looked as if she was sleeping in the same clothing for some time. She was attired just as him if they changed shirts, his being a faded dark blue that because of age and use now appeared light. He thought further; No, that wouldn’t work. Then I’d be red and she’d be either dark or light blue. He realized that he had made his first incorrect thought of the day. Despite the stupid misinformation generated, for some unexplainable logic, he continued the process and thought what passed for pragmatism; Drat, but no drat. I came out here to be alone. I guess that’s ruined. I can’t believe anyone else would want to come to this bastion of nothingness. The Indians thought that the only true ownership of land was when no one else wanted it and look what happened to them. The best thing to do under the circumstances is to be cordial, but a bit pointed and hope she goes away. The most positive way I can view the intrusion is to be happy that it’s not an enterprising guy looking to take over by force or a friendly guy looking for company. Small solace though it is; if I’ve got to get stuck with company best it is that of a crazy lady. They’re the most interesting. He unemotionally and without inflection answered; Hey yourself. Getting no response and suspecting his first offering was too vague, he decided to answer her first question and hope it wasn’t the overture to a long shrill opera. He added; Walking. He extended his arm to the ground, nodded at it, as if to say; Can’t you see?

Her face softened the slightest bit by the time she caught up with him. She said; Me, too. Where do you think you’re going?

Another stupid question. He pointed ahead and quizzically said; There, painfully obviously.

She said; I know it’s obvious, perhaps not of the painful variety, but I know what you mean. What I asked you was a little test. I wanted to see how much bullshit came with the package. She ran her blue eyes up and down his torso.

He felt violated and that if anyone should be giving a test, it was rightfully him, as his 60 years exceeded her seemingly 55. He said; If bullshit gives me a failing grade I’ll give you bullshit if my big penalty is that you will leave. I do mean to sound antagonistic and I’m surprised that a test is required for me to be here, especially since I got here first. Will you be kind enough to tell me the parameters and purpose of your test?

She decided to reserve commentary regarding longevity, raised her voice, though in a kind way and said; No, I really can’t.

He looked in her eyes, shrugged and dejectedly said; Typical female. All questions. No answers, not even to the easy stuff. All right. I’ll respect that since you can’t help it. Fearing an impasse, while suddenly desirous of knowing something of her, after viewing her pleasant face, long wild hair, what was revealed by her shirt’s opened buttons and extremely tight pants, he asked; Can you at least tell me if I passed?

She bobbed her head up and down and waved her hand as if to say; Silly boy. She verbalized; Oh, sure, but didn’t disclose that this was the easy part of her test.

He was annoyed with himself as he saw that in the space of two minutes he already had started to care what she thought of him. In an effort not to be obvious about it and probably inducing the opposite

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