© Port Whitman Times 2017
Recently we went to a popular ice cream store in a shopping center that is now urban chic, and amid the stores, we, my wife and myself, bought an ice cream cone. Vanilla. The charge was $5.00 for a caricature size cone piled with about 18 ounces of the stuff. This was the small. here was of course LARGER. Well, if you know this ice cream store, and you probably do, you're aware that it's product is fairly high butterfat, very rich, and eating 8 oz. is akin to drinking a half pint of heavy cream - full of cholesterol & fat; surely a little dab'll do ya. We had asked for a small (say, 3 oz. - standard ice cream cone size), we were  stonewalled with "only one small size."
     The point is: to get what we want anymore, we are constantly backed into paying for MORE than we want, and so we consume it just to feel that we didn't waste the money. This is true virtually everywhere - movie theaters where they now call the smallest popcorn the "child's" size, then cars, health insurance, washers for your sink, you-name-it.                "Merchandising" is packaging items in large amounts, leaving us with excess, plus the package which is trash, the cost for disposal of which we also get shoved down our throats. We are victims of sur-feit, the alternative being to do without. (Heaven forbid that ANY of us should have to do without).
     So we meekly pay the inflated prices, and waste the difference, by growing fat, filling up our bellies, our landfills or our basements, inflating our economy, which periodically goes into a readjustment, receding a step before the next giant leap into wretched excess. Greed runs our system, and that's not all bad, just mostly.
​     Henry Francisco PortWhitmanTimes

Sex pills can't do it

But there's imagination...

A GOOD idea...

Go, pursue a dream
Odd though that may seem
Time here to live
Your energy give,
Life's new leases teem...


Begging unlocking
Doors are for knocking
Upon to solicit
More souls to elicit
What they might be blocking

Chairs are to sit on,
Desks for notes writ on,
Tables for eating,
Workbenches completing
Jobs before beds to submit on

Things to be used
Never abused
Might prove to save
Or even enslave
Us to end, oh, amused

Two entities working
Together fight lurking
Malefactors: The Brain
Plus The Mind, to gain
Upper-hand over troubles a-perking

U.S. Health Care: An issue
Whose benefits miss you;
If there isn't the cash
For avoiding a crash
It will early-dismiss you

All is fair game
If in talking, the aim
Is for minds to be frank
And not to have shrank
From topics aflame

Earth's teeming flowers
Grow to virtual towers
Seeming to a tiny ant
Delectably delicious plant-
Food it soon devours 

Spring ye flowers from the earth
Replacing winter's frigid dearth
Of warmth, and biting sting 
With beauty decorating spring…
– Ah the annual rebirth!

Naught but adventures, life
With peacefulness or strife,
Hardly matters whether
One is free or on a tether
With imagination rife

Take forever to die
'Fore you finally say "Bye-bye"
So you'll cease to exist,
But ever persist
In being immortal thereby

What good is honor
When you're a goner?
– Ranked more than life
Compensations a'rife
In the end a Heavenly spawner


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