Author Archives: Ronald D. Drobeck

About Ronald D. Drobeck

I've read, learned, been discriminated against, patronized, lied to, laughed at, laughed with, and ignored. I'm not a minority, not tall, not good looking, not skinny, not hairy, and can see 10 miles, but not two feet. I've been a paperboy, college student, licensed nursing home administrator, professional musician (swing drummer), duck and goose hunter, fisherman, conservationist, Eagle scout, camp counselor, canoeing instructor, lifeguard, comedian, restaurant owner, licensed exterminator, insurance agent, warehouse manager, carpenter, conservative, father of 4, baseball coach, husband, worrier, writer, embryo gardener, and nice guy.

The Best Men

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The Best Men

The best men know spear chucking, archery, running swiftly, kill the mammoth are natural, and when accompanied by the fine arts of roasting, and saucing, tilling and wenching are as important! …… These are good,…… these are good and make the whole man. A kerchief around the neck seasoned with sweat, tanned crown of thinning silver hair…… some leather and a glint in his eye ……….. Aye! ….I’m almost out of bourbon….. so a bit of shopping too! Aye…..LOL, LOL
Good Friday Evening to you.

Ronald Douglas Drobeck

The Mumble Beneath the Street

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The Mumble Beneath the Street

 

At some point, when a government gets so big and handles so much money, little thief ethic groups that manage to get a job with them, steal a little. Then they find out they aren’t being caught and steal some more and don’t get caught. Then they lie to protect their great money making position with all of its benefits and notoriety.
When one finely does get caught out of carelessness and greed and the others see that they weren’t punished, they realize they are in a club of thieves and begin to protect each other, say ridiculous things, don’t do their job because they are enjoying the fine life of stolen tax money from the working class.
At some point they know they aren’t doing their job but don’t care.
The bottom feeders in the public that realize that the maze of government programs can’t be policed, so they begin to steal. The mass gets so large it’s like a voting school of fish. Waving and weaving they avoid the one being caught out of the masses of schools of fish, and they fuel each other with their own ‘media’, and religions of crutches and rationalization, and vote for the people handing out the cash. It becomes a way of life, and they spread the word to the other nations.
America is stupid and they hand out cash!
Then one day, an enforcer comes along………… and they hate him. Doh!
A flusssshhhhhhh, they scream as they try to fight the current, lose the battle, and go down the hole.
All of the bottom feeders begin to fade away as their food supply dwindles and quality of life goes down the tube too.
New, shiny men are back in power, the original ethic is re-instated much to the chagrin of the few left over snipers and screamers that cannot understand.
Things get better for the industrious class of inventors, artists, producers and gazers.
But, down in the sewer, in the dark, there survived the little stinky creatures, and they begin to multiply and mumble ………………. rdd

Easter Past Repast

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1:45am Monday April 17, 2017

I’m up in the night,
haunted by the vision,

of a cold Easter spiral ham samich

………….. on whole wheat.

A ghost of Easter past,

I shall not sleep again, until I defeat it,

…………. complete.

I, without even rattling a plate,

Strait from the green, nylon cutting board I ate!

Silently, I devoured it.

That shall be the end of that,

…………. so sweet.

And now I lay me,

Back down to sleep.  ………… Ronald Douglas Drobeck