Why I write

 







  Some have asked why I write. Some may wonder why take on such sensitive subjects. Why does he almost always include notes about his heritage, some wonder. I write because I want to inform. I want to enlightened, yes…even to prod. I write so that my readers can pause at something I’ve written and say…” you know?”  And above it all, I want everyone to know who I am by informing them of who my people were. The sacrifices they went through so that I am here to write. I want one and all to know; God gave me the ability and continues to give me life in order that I may write. If I can accomplish get your attention, while gaining more and more readers of my works, my goals will have been achieved. I promise, you the reader will find balance in your thoughts about the subject at hand. You can then move forward with a purpose armed with facts to solve any issue or obstacles you may face. In summary, it can be explained in one word, Communicate.  This is why I write.
 
Author, Codis Hampton II    
(Codis and Doreatha’s first born)


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Will The Real Candidate Please Stand Up 

I tried to lay low during the first part of the 2020 National Election. I didn’t want to comment too early about any candidate, especially the guy that sits in the White House as President. We are now in November of 2019. One year away, too early, but the Iowa Caucus set for February 3, 2020. So here we go, as I attempt to keep the focus on the process.

A couple, if not a few people, are contemplating entering an already crowded field. Why, because the Democratic leaders in the polls are vulnerable. It doesn’t matter why because the vulnerability seems uncorrectable.

Independent/Democratic/Democratic-leaning Republicans, many still undecided even if they have named one of the leading Poll individuals are worried about the outcome of next year’s November vote. That noise you hear is their teeth gnashing, the scratching of fingernails on their windowpanes, or bohemia like screams. In short, most Americans are sick and tired of seeing a Presidency run on the fly along with a Twitter run policy initiator.

Every day, this country goes through stops, starts, hour by hour changes in direction with a constant flow of unqualified people placed in a highly visible governmental position — many on a temporary status. It’s sad to think of all the necessary investigations surrounding the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. To think there could be four more years of this environment is just too much.

Therefore, we are looking for one person who can take charge, step up to the plate and hit one out of the ballpark. We need a candidate that can and will win in November of 2020. Most of us thought we had one. But we have found too many variables. There is just too much uncertainty for our nerves.

When we cast our vote next November, we want to feel that our choice has a chance to win. Our winner is going to be very busy mending fences with pretty much all our Allies and friends throughout the world. Not to think of all the correction/refocusing to just about everything you can think of at the Government level. I bet you the actual White House is in bad shape too.    

So please, for God’s sake, will the real candidate please sign up, step up or stand up and let themselves be known to an anxious public. Let the Democratic voting public know how you can fix problems and govern. Then and only then will the case be closed, with history set to record the how, why, when, and what the hell happened the previous four years.

Peace & Blessing, stay vigilant for our American rights. Make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,   

Codis Hampton II                                                                                          

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Unchon-ni, South Korea, I remember 1962-63 

   Strike up a conversation with most people who were young, free, and enjoyed American life in the sixties. You will hear, maybe even feel their urgency to bring back the nostalgia of being young during that era. It was a time, whereas the overall feeling of most people in this country was to live life to its fullest, be what you wanted to be, above all else, be happy. We not only enjoyed it for ourselves but wanted our kinfolk, friends, and neighbors to discover a path to the American Dream. Flower Power, Hippies, Love Child, Soul Brother, names we used to describe certain groups, all while wishing them “Peace, Love, and Soul.”  Find your road to happiness my man, my brother, my sister. Frequently we gave them marijuana joints as fuel for the journey. Some use harder drugs to get there, but everyone was at least taking the trip. Today, most people feel the same but are not as overt with their feelings as back in the day.

It was tough climbing the mountain of change, even though we savored the rewards. Older, conservative folks despised this new attitude. Young black folks were especially having a though transition. Their more discipline parents advised them to act in a more servitude manner in the presence of the southern white man. Don’t stare, look down, don’t talk, don’t dare talk back or act as a smart mouth negro in front of white people. It was the way most of them survived the Jim Crow Era. Black people ought to feel damn proud of the way our ancestors survived thought-out the ages. Without their efforts, patience we wouldn’t be alive today.

In the forties-fifties, they migrated to northern, eastern, and western cities, looking to improve their livelihood with good-paying jobs. They still practiced the same habits; felt that was the best way to get along with white folks. Don’t take their jobs, move in their neighborhoods, take liberties with their kind offerings. And for God’s sake, don’t try to court any of their offspring. Otherwise, a telephone pole would work just as good as a hanging tree.

The problems came when their children grew up in these cities. Youngsters found out that all people were pretty much the same, and no race was better than the other. As a result, they were having none of that servitude behavior. We did not accept our lowly position without objection. In some cases, they were sneaking around with people outside their race, even kissing or doing that thang with them. They didn’t want to disappoint their parents, but then you know the mantra of young folk, “Ahhh…we’re just having fun.”

Let’s take this a step further; I’ve written a semi-autobiography book detailing a lot about my life as one of the black children of the sixties. I left high school and enlisted in the United States Army during the fall of 1961. I had to beg my father to let me join as a seventeen-year-old recruit by promising to finish high school in the Army.

That young black boy’s first assignment out of Ford Ord, California, was a foreign country. It was April of 1962. As ordered, he boarded a troop ship out of Oakland, CA. By that time, he’d gone through Basic; Advanced Infantry Training. Now on a troopship for a twenty-three-day trip with stops in Hawaii, and Tokyo. Upon his arrival in Pusan, Korea, the Army already proved to him that he had joined the ultimate men’s club. They had rules to govern the rules. It was going to be a long three years, he thought.

His assignment to Camp Kaiser, with a local village right outside the main gate called Unchon-ni, turned out to be the best thing to happen to him. First, daily training, practice with your brothers in arms, the American Soldier. It was a fourteen months indoctrination of a war-torn country. We had a very clear understanding of our mission; to stop any advancement into the south by Charlie (North Korean Soldiers). As it was small groups (four, five, or a few more), North Korean Soldiers crossed the DMZ to raise hell, spy, or whatever.

Black GI’s are confronted with duty, honor, confusing because of race issues, demonstrations, back home. Given the oath they swore to when entering the Army, they had no choice but to become exceptional soldiers as did any dog soldier, no matter their race or origin. They found ways to justify their obedience while not sacrificing their racial identities. A quick right cross to Jim Crow’s jaw normally resolved any outstanding issues. That attitude brought about the question, what about the non-violent demeanor as played out in the US of A Civil Rights demonstrations? Conflict of responsibility between race and Army obligations was a daily reminder for Uncle Sams black soldiers.

Unchon-ni camp-town girls made the entire tour assignment worth the experience. Without flaws, they expertly played the part of girlfriend, wife, next-door neighbor, sister, brother, psychologist, nursemaid; you name it. They allowed the American GI to mature, expand their knowledge of the opposite sex. They duplicated as close to a sense of home life as one could ever wish for daily.

Readers can examine the flashback events that the primary character (Author) remembered in his life. I call this book my semi-biography that culminates with my maturing as a person. They said at the time, the US Army would make a man out of you. One learns certain things by accident. From my perspective, given the help of South Korea assignment, mission accomplished.

Unchon-ni is not only a must-read for anybody interested in the life and times of our servicemen stationed overseas.  It’s an emotional exercise in men and women relationships from all walks of life. In other words, it’s a book for anyone interested in following the path of a seventeen-year-old GI discovering who he is, where he fits in then and later in society. The experience was so rich, so real; I just had to share it with you.  

The novel is available in all formats, including paperback, B&N Nook, Amazon Kindle, or download a PDF copy. Check out the novel’s details located at the Author/Publishers site at https://outskirtspress.com/Unchonni

Peace, Love, & Blessings

Codis Hampton II, Unchon-ni Author

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Grandma Gracie’s Book and Pittsburg, CA. Creative Book Store 

As people of color, we should all be proud of the way our grandparents, parents, and other relatives survived in the South. They not only survived but thrived through the great depression, sharecropping, outright racism, all while living in Klu Klux Klan country. There were plenty of white people who didn’t hate blacks.

Let me give you a little background on my Grandma Gracie. I also would like to relay the following story that has been told repeatedly within our family.

Gracie Hall, born May 13, 1904, married John Hampton. They delivered my father, Codis Hampton (February 3, 1925) as their firstborn. Altogether, two more boys and two girls were born from her marriage. After my grandfather died, Grandma Gracie was left to raise her kids in the backwoods of Bradley County Arkansas.

Given the date range of the story, you’re able to get a perspective of the period that Grandma Gracie had to fend for her kids. They lived in Bradley County, a small little farm near a deeply wooded area about thirty feet from the little dirt road that ran just outside her front door. That road went up to my Cousin Frank Strong’s house (about a mile away).

The isolation, protection of her family, Arkansas racism, and the need to repel poachers or trespassers during those hard times is why Grandma Gracie was known to fire a warning shot at strangers approaching the house.  The warning might come from a rifle or a shotgun, which seemed to be her weapon of choice. The shot let potential visitors know they had to announce themselves before approaching the house. Unscheduled night visiting was not very smart, because there would be no warning shot. Maybe that is why she never got a visit from night riders or KKK in the middle of the night.

Grandma earned the reputation of being a strong, mean, independent woman. Out of necessity, one who was very protective of her household family members. She’d cut (with a knife she kept in her apron pocket) or pick up a stick to beat the hell out of anyone who messed with her family or property. Her wrath was colorblind. She didn’t care about your position, including the local law authorities. You mess with Grandma Gracie, and you suddenly had a problem that might not end civilly. Neighbors, relatives, and friends who knew her and her family found her to be one of the nicest individuals in the county. Always willing to help a neighbor in need.

When you think about it, she was not that different from a lot of black people living in/around the area of Banks, Arkansas, in the twenties, thirties, and forties. Most people in that area were relatives of the Hamptons. They cultivated/owned land, farms with chickens, pigs, or a cow or two. Some even had a horse or mules. All used what they had to become self-sufficient. They grew or raised their food for their family, others in need within the community.

Grandma Gracie finally followed her three sons, one daughter who moved to Milwaukee in search of a better life in 1953. She left one daughter, my Aunt, who was married to a farmer whose house was about two hundred yards in front of Grandmas house back door.

The story was that my Aunts husband had fallen behind with regular payments to a white man for his working trucks tires. No, the man was not a racist; he was trying to get paid or get his tires back. They say that Auntie asked Mr. Bunker, who was walking toward the truck parked in front of the house, to “leave the tires alone.” Mr. Bunker told her again that since payment was late, he was not going to wait another minute; he was going to take all four tires off the truck. Her husband could get them back upon receipt of the past due payment.

Auntie repeated herself, “I said, don’t take those tires off his truck, Mr. Bunker,” who paid no attention to her warning. She retrieved and loaded her shotgun. She stepped back out into the yard, called out to Mr. Bunker again, “I told you. Don’t take those tires off RT’s truck.”

Mr. Bunker turned to see that Auntie standing there with a loaded shotgun leveled at his body. Startled, he suddenly asked her, “Who are your people? Who is your mother?”

“Gracie Hampton is my mother…why?”

“Oh, girl, you should have said something. That’s okay, tell your husband to get the payment in by next Friday just like you said, and it’ll be just fine.”

Mr. Bunker didn’t have a change of heart because he was fond of Grandma Gracie. He had a change of heart because Grandma was known to say little, shoot when people didn’t heed her words of warning. Mr. Bunker correctly assumed that any child of Gracie Hampton would have no problem pulling the trigger. That day, his assumption was on point.

I have many fond memories of my Grandma because she was always there for me. I can still see the look in her eye when I told her I was leaving Milwaukee and moving to California. She responded by saying, “Boy, you don’t have any kinfolk out there in that part of California. Who’s going to watch over you, your wife and your kids?”

I, upset with the city in which I grew up, which is another story, replied before I could catch myself, “I’ll be there once I get there.”

She looked at me as if I had no understanding of being around family. I quickly grabbed her, gave her a big hug, tried to explain that my answers not directed at her. As always, she understood. But you know something? To this day, the only real regret I had about leaving Milwaukee was that my kids were not able to play with family as they grew up. Young cousins and other relatives form a bond as they played, grew up together not only as friends but as a close family.

It’s amazing how my grandma and others from her era, many with little schooling, were considered uneducated, supposedly simple-minded, knew how to carve out a healthy standard of living from nothing. They not only survived; they raised their children with discipline, a sense of self-respect for others that is sorely missing among some of our households today. By the way they were also smart as a whip.

The grand lady died on December 12, 1985. She lived to be 81 years old, not as old as some but older than a lot of people who leave these days prematurely. Over the years, I learned a lot from talking to Grandma Gracie. Known as a mean old woman up to her death, the woman I knew had a great love for family. She also had a wealth of good common sense — a rarity of which I’d like to think that some of it finely rubbed off on me.

Gracie Hall-Hampton, the book reveals how, what they did to become successful at parenting, farming, and life itself. Grandma Gracie’s life story and times allowed me to write a very entertaining book. The book, Gracie Hall-Hampton, the Arkansas Years, 1917-1953 is now on display at the new Sweet A’s, an affiliate of Pittsburg Creative Book Store. Sweet A’s is a bookstore/reading Café that affords the public a cozy setting to examine a book before purchasing it.

Owner/manager Belle Jones, of Authors Press (www.authorspress.com) has created an ideal environment for selecting books. The facility meets today’s standard for comfort, selection, with great refreshments while you make up your mind. Coffee, Tea, Juice Bars, and Smoothies anyone? Sweet A’s is next door to Creative Bookstore at 1325 Buchanan Road, Pittsburg, CA. 94565.  They are open seven days a week. Check out their Yelp Review for more details.  Belle Jones is committed to authors having their books displayed in a bookstore that offers comfort with style.

The good news for me is that I will be able to display more of my works in Sweet A’s. Look for titles like, Remember Moz, Misguided Intentions in the future. I’m currently working on republishing my semi-biography, Unchon-ni. It’s about the maturing of a seventeen-year-old assigned to a US Army post in South Korea. Stay tuned for more information.   It does not negate the availability of my books at Amazon.com. Watch my social media sites for clarification and sale prices.

Codis Hampton II                                                                                           

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Look for new books, updates of current titles, and submission of short articles to major magazines upcoming in 2019. We love to pass on our written word. – Hamp

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They, Themselves, and Them 

What happened to Duty, Honor, Integrity, Justice, and Precedent in Government service employment? Unlike my past career environment, I retired from the US Government Employment. I find more than a few highly visible, politically placed current employees have lost their way. No longer are those words seen as a barometer of efficiency inside those public serviced workspaces. Often the mantra seems like the late comedian/actor Barnie Mac show theme “Who you with?”

You don’t necessarily have had worked for the Department of Defense to get the gist of my point. Outside the confines of a national defense office in a job/position for a private concern. The meaning of those words governs an office for maximum efficiency. There may be different words like Job Specification, Respect, Character, Legality, or rules of the workplace used at this time. But in truth, it all pretty much means the same.

We have all heard it growing up as kids. Our parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles probably have cautioned us. They would look at our smug little faces with that stern grown-up look of I am about to give you a life memorable lesson. They would say sternly…” Baby, that is not the way you act in those type of situations.”  They’d go on to explain how you should behave or things you should consider saying before you open your mouth and say anything. Above all, selfishness is never a good place to begin when one is considering something nice to say in any interaction with another human being. You remember, don’t you?

What happened to “do the best job for all concerned?” When did US politicians go so astray as to think it doesn’t matter how achieve your objective…just win baby, win? When did we, the voting public adopt a sports mantra as a life direction when dealing with an entire country of diverse people?

We now have political leaders acting out in ways that dumbfound us. Protocol be damn, and a certain segment of society cheers on this type of behavior. As my parents would say after seeing this kind of childish display in public…” Who are his/her parents?” My question is, do Republicans or those who share their ideas care about the direction taken by this country? Hell! Let’s ask the big question. Is Democracy dead in the United States of America?  

I learned to respect certain offices of authority during my employment career. I found people that I respected, holding down positions of authority. I recognized leaders who knew how to lead without reminding us minute by minute they are our leaders. I, one who has been selfish at times, remember the lessons provided by my parents. I tried to do the same for my children. They understood those lessons. Like all of us as youngsters, they struggled with when to be selfish or pass for the betterment of a larger cause.

At the risk of sounding tripe. I know…some people out there will ask of nobody, in particular, …who in the heck does this guy think he is? Never-the-less, I love this country. No, I don’t have the US Flag flying from my car antenna. Nor is it on my auto’s bumper. I don’t have it flying from my house. I do have it on my office desk, flying from a pencil holder. My loyalties to this country go back to my military days. It continued during my stints of working for the Department of Defense. And subsequent jobs at private contractors in support of our military whenever on the move or wherever stationed. My positions were in support of troops over land or sea. It was to see that they arrived at their mission’s objective on time with anything they needed to fulfill the task.   

That’s why I have a problem with people who have no loyalties to anyone or anything other than themselves. It tends to breed or provide a fertile ground to selfishness. You know the type, it’s always about me, myself and I, every day, all day kind of thing. Most have no moral compass. And believe me the word moral deeply involves right or wrong. That’s why those words above, Duty, etc. keep one grounded and on a directional path to be fair in all their decisions. 

Maybe military service or something similar should be a prerequisite for entry into a government job. It should certainly be a consideration for elected officials. How many times have you heard, the President, congressman, or local official didn’t serve in the military because of some medical pass? One they got how…?

This fall, especially in 2020, let’s ask those running for political office if they subscribe to the basic laws of this country. And the biggie, do they have any direct or associated military service for this country. I don’t necessarily think it should be the determining factor if they get your vote. But you sure as hell should know if they are a true American and intend to represent all of America to the best of their ability.  

Peace & Blessing, stay vigilant for our American rights. Make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

 Codis Hampton II                                                                                          

                                                                                                                                         Follow Hamp at https://twitter.com/#!/HampTwo   

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We are in a continuing effort to publicize my book, Gracie Hall-Hampton, the Arkansas Years 1917-1953. Based on the life of my Grandmother. The Novel examines an era of Jim Crow that many in our society may have forgotten occurred against people of color. Meanwhile, we celebrate the publication of my latest and fifth book, Misguided Intentions. A book where family relationships questioned to the core. Read the books review at https://redheadedbooklover.com/gracie-hall-hampton-codis-hampton-ii/  Click on the publisher-Authors page at https://outskirtspress.com/MisguidedIntentions   

Get any of my books by visiting my Amazon.com Authors page at http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B017TYFKBI?ref_=pe_1724030_132998070

Look for new books, updates of current titles, and submission of short articles to major magazines upcoming in 2019. We love to pass on our written word. – Hamp

Our Parent Company and sponsor is CHIIA Group, online at http://hcoa.net/ and http://www.chiia.com/home.html. Our Retail Site is https://frostyltd.com/frosty-ltd-com

Copyright 2011 Codis Hampton II, all rights reserved. A bi-weekly blog for your enjoyment

Soulbeat TV’s Chaka Khan-Barry White Tribute 

Saturday night, April 27, my wife and I sat in a front row seat at the Soulbeat’s TV produced Chaka Khan & Barry White Tribute. I usually don’t get into imitators of musical stars. Not because I don’t think it can be accomplished; I hate to listen to someone screw up a classic R&B song. Well, that was not a problem for all those who took the stage at Pittsburg’s California Theater. Warren Foster Sr., Chief Executive at the Bay Area’s Soulbeat Television, via Spotlight on the Bay produces quality programming. That is what assured me that the show would be real as real could get…and it was a showstopping jam that night. 

Folks there was a band name Obama. I’ve got to tell you; the Obama Band practically tore the roof off the sucker. That six-member R&B Band left an indelible impression on me. They opened up the show and played a driving R&B tuned that had me shaking my head and tapping my feet. An opening performance relayed the fact that they came to play some music. Rephrase that into the street talk, meaning…they’re gonna be jamming up in here tonight.  They could lay down the sounds of a professional band. They played the funk from a few Chaka Khan’s Band, Rufus. It was as if Rufus was performing in the house. The Obama’s never missed a beat.

They played that classic melodic cut from Luther Vandross’s and his band; A House is not a Home. Adding a few more of Luther’s hits while multi-talented vocalist Greg Ballard sang the lyrics. If you had not been at the California Theater at that particular time, you would have sworn that Luther had risen from the dead to grace the stage. 

Ballard was also the main vocalist during the Barry White song tribute. Again, if you closed your eyes, you would have thought Barry White was singing on the California Theaters stage.

Niecey Living Single graced the stage while declaring she is not Chaka Khan. She belted out in a clear voice her version of Chaka Khans and Rufus songs. Tell Me Something Good, Once you Get Started, to name a couple. I do agree with Niecey. Who will told the audience, she is not Chaka Khan. But she sang Chaka, Chaka, Chaka Khans hits with extraordinary ease of talent. And the Obamas played on.

The proof in the pudding. My wife was entertained at this show and evidenced by the patting of her feet and movement of her head during the entire show. She, along with an enthusiastic audience was well into the show and its stars.

As the Obama’s kept the beats, with the drums, percussions, guitars, synthesizers live, three background singers carried out their assignments. They chimed in at the appropriate time with blended humming or lyrics required of the songs.

And least of all, let me not forget the three shapely women dancers. They were on stage to add to the variety of the show. Their main job was to shake their rumps to the funk. Mission accomplished in my view. They certainly got my attention. That despite the presence of my lovely wife sitting in the seat beside me. Hey, …she knows where my heart lies. What can I say; I was just into the show.

An assortment of ladies from the audience joined Niecey and the cast for a vociferous version of Chaka Khans, I’m Every Woman. At that point, they all did a fantastic job. With the reason being, they were into the show.

All in all, a great time was had by all involved. Please allow me to be redundant. I want to make a point. The Thirty Dollar ticket price was money well spent.

They have numerous shows coming up. Comedies take the stage on May 3. After which, they’re bringing another Tribute Show to the California Theatre in Pittsburg.  This time for the Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin. I’ll also be there for that one.

I, and if you talk to Warren, realize this is not only great entertainment. It speaks to our culture. If you don’t know where you came from, you will never figure out where you are going. Hip Hop commands the scene these days. It was Blues, Jazz, and R&B that shaped the musical and overall culture in the United States. That is why shoes like these, original R&B artist touring, movies, television, speak to who we are in society. It will do you good to read up on the history of black music.  Soulbeat TV may not be the first to put on these imitation shows, but they certainly have put themselves out there as a major player of quality programming.          

Let me be another who adds a mountain of respect for Soulbeat TV’s productions. Go to the following link to see for yourself, http://www.soulbeat.tv/show-your-soul Yes, I bend the knee at productions that showcase the soul of our culture in which music is primary but only one aspect of Black History.

Peace & Blessing, stay vigilant for our American rights. Make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

Codis Hampton II                                                                                          

Follow Hamp at https://twitter.com/#!/HampTwo   

Subscribe to this blog at

Join us for the live broadcast of our bi-monthly BTR Shows at http://www.blogtalkradio.com/hampscornerofamerica

We are in a continuing effort to publicize my book, Gracie Hall-Hampton, the Arkansas Years 1917-1953. Based on the life of my Grandmother. The Novel examines an era of Jim Crow that many in our society may have forgotten occurred against people of color. Meanwhile, we celebrate the publication of my latest and fifth book, Misguided Intentions. A book where family relationships questioned to the core. Read the books review at https://redheadedbooklover.com/gracie-hall-hampton-codis-hampton-ii/  Click on the publisher-Authors page at https://outskirtspress.com/MisguidedIntentions   

Get any of my books by visiting my Amazon.com Authors page at http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B017TYFKBI?ref_=pe_1724030_132998070

Look for new books, updates of current titles, and submission of short articles to major magazines upcoming in 2019. We love to pass on our written word. – Hamp

Our Parent Company and sponsor is CHIIA Group, online at http://hcoa.net/ and http://www.chiia.com/home.html. Our Retail Site is https://frostyltd.com/frosty-ltd-com Copyright 2011 Codis Hampton II, all rights reserved. A bi-weekly blog for your enjoyment

Third Floor Flat to a Single Story Home 

Once again, a health issue caused me to be out of pocket for a length of time. I was in the hospital on Christmas Day last December, discharged on New Year’s Eve. I wrote about my aortic valve replacement a couple of years ago. This time I didn’t feel like writing about issues concerning my health. I didn’t even feel like talking about it.  Mainly because of the frustration during the hospital stay including the after effects on my body. Despite the fact most all go through something like this. The fact your body is breaking down after reaching certain ages is…still shocking. Even though we know, aging affects us all if we live long enough.

The kid, Superman, the Daredevil, Little Big man’s body is aging with each passing year. No…I’m not a daydreamer who think I or my body will stay young forever. Unrealistically, I still expect to perform normal tasks within at least 75 to 80 percent of my thirty-year-old efficiency. Frankly, that’s not happening these days. It’s not as bad as it sounds.  No, I’m not suddenly invalid.

While reminiscing, I go back to my family’s Milwaukee third Floor flat. Like most thirteen-year-olds of the day I dreamed of being an adult. Where would I work, who would I marry, what kind of car would I drive, and where would I live? And the biggie, how long would it take me to get rich. I read a lot, especially comic books and dreamed of who I would become as a grown man. At one point in my later teenage years, I couldn’t see me past twenty-one. Certainly not reaching thirty years old. That’s because I’d come to know “life in the fast lane.”

I remembered ten, twenty years ago, my wife and I wanted to live in a single-story house. We wanted the master bedroom to be upstairs. We loved the idea of a bedroom loft. Our kids were teenagers. The house built to our specifications would have the kids two bedrooms on the first floor.

We’re used to having a basement in Milwaukee. A room where you can place a pool table or as it now is called, a “Man-cave.” In northern California that room to would have to be on the first floor. I was still dreaming of comfort but becoming rich was pretty much out of the question.

Nowadays, I think about that single-story home large enough for a den or man-cave, including a lady sewing or lounging room. Our primary interest in the single-story is security and comfort. I would still like to have a pool table. I can say we have all in one format or another san the pool table. So, we are comfortable.

Nowhere in that entire scenario did I mention old age. Young folk don’t think about their body parts aging. Oh, they may mention it as in somebody is just old. However, there is no real accounting for us getting old. Could it be that it is an unpleasant subject? We need to embrace the aging process because the alternative is pushing up daisies, not a pleasant thought. Again, the question is when do we account for that certainty?

By the time most of us give it serious thought we are already on the doorstep of old age. Normally to late to plan for it. More importantly, we are not mentally prepared for it. Or am I wrong…and you are?

It is time we should look forward to, not dreading…like…here comes the funeral. Like most Baby Boomers I’m still having a great time doing our thing past the age of sixty-five or some other retirement age. The problem is you cannot get around those unexpected health issues. That’s when you begin to really think about your mortality. Sadly, that’s also when you lose more old friends and favorite relatives to aging issues. We miss those relationships more and more, especially the ability to conversate about the state of whatever.

Some of us like to think we will be turning flips well into senior years. Wrong…if we do, it will be a rarity. We may not be able to be as efficient at them as we once were during our younger days.  We can also find happiness spending our time at familiar or new activities. Not to forget the invaluable time we can now spend with other family and friends.          

Peace & Blessing, stay vigilant for our American rights. Make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

Codis Hampton II                                                                                          

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Tis The 2018 Holiday Season 

Tis the season, so on and so on. I love the Thanksgiving-Christmas-New Year holiday season. I, like all, are reminded of our childhood seasons. Our young adult seasons come to mind. We think of those who have passed on as well as those who are still here with us. Out thoughts shift to old friends. We muse about new friends. People we would love to meet, greet, spend time in conversation.

We love seeing the excitement on our loved one’s faces as they reminisce about a happy time in 2018. We enjoy watching them open gifts. The surprise on their faces as they feel you have connected with their innermost wishes. Then there are the pensive thoughts going through their minds — thoughts along with excitement about the known versus the unknown in the coming year.The point is watching holiday reactions from your family, friends, or your main squeeze is a seasonal high. Times you must personally experience. You’ve got to be there, be involved in appreciating it fully. Your involvement is the ultimate high.

Oh, by the way. Whose bright idea was it to have the Mall Santa Clause walk around the facility soliciting “Selfies” instead of taking pictures with children on his lap.

Tis the time of the year when we tend to forget silly feuds, personal dislikes that don’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things. You think your savior for allowing you, family members to make it through another year. Somehow you have a different or at least an adjusted attitude about life. Personal accomplishments only add to the good feelings.

We are still a realist for we have no illusions about the defective political thinking that are initiated by the White House. We think that victories as a result of the mid-terms will bring about change from the rapid deterioration of social customs. Indeed, if not the act of sociability, period. Those who voted for a change should have restored any dwindling confidence in our American resolve to maintain American values.

Over the year, we saw our children-adult toys become smarter, more complicated for the end-user. Robotic or personal items we never thought we’d see so soon back in the eighties or nineties. They’ve become essentials in 2018. For instances, without a smartphone, we are not as smart.

My son and I are continually having this conversation about the use of drones to deliver goods to your front door. I think regulation’srequired before allowing them to fly free, untethered, all Willie-nillie through the air. Think delivery of Amazon orders.

How big are the boxes? Does that mean the drones will have to be larger to match the box size? How long will it take a competitor like United Parcel, FedEx, or even the United States Post Office to initiate a Drone-Delivery Program? What’s to say they won’t fly into each other? How high will they fly? What does it mean to other airspace vehicles like helicopters, etc. if anything. And the obvious question. What happens when the drone accidental drops a package during delivery? Suppose the package falls on a moving automobile, a pedestrian, or group of children walking to school. The point being, there needs to be airspace regulation before we fill the air with drones flying all over the place. So far, no major issues but we are in the early stages.

The one thing we always take from these type holiday seasons is that our time is brief on earth. Especially around New Year’s Day. While younger, we may think we have a long time for whatever. The sudden realization in our thirties is a reminder that our time-clock is ticking. Anytime after that, most of us grasped the idea that we have an expiration date. We don’t have to like it, but we all are going to die.

Our legacy is in our hands. It’s up to us to leave behind a positive impression to anyone who has an interest that we once lived on this earth. Maybe a lot of people don’tcare or think it’s a depressing thought. For me, earning money is no longer my mantra. It is important that anyone looking up my name will find my writings. In which they will also find that I cared deeply about my family, friends, country, and heritage. I would also add God first and foremost. That for me is legacy enough. How about you?

Happy Holliday’s to you and yours. I’m looking forward to an eventful 2019.

Peace & Blessing, stay vigilant for our American rights. Make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

Codis Hampton II                                                                                          

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Golden State Warriors after KD 

It is always easier to voice an opinion on someone’s lifestyle other than your own. Yes, I am a Warriors fan. I should admit that I was one who thought they would never get their lackadaisical season play corrected in time for last years playoffs. They fooled me by doing just that going on to win the championship. Even with a weak bench.

Well, here we go with major drama for the 2018/19 season. I will say that I thought it began with Kevin Durant. The fact that he decided to be non-committal on his future after the end of this season. Why? Only Kevin knows the reason. But that added to the ramping up rumor mill of “Can Lebron lure KD away from the Warriors. Or will he go anywhere other than return to the team that allowed him to win a championship?

We do understand the errors in judgment made by youth. Especially a rich young person. We were young at one time.  As a result, we are still suffering from suspect decisions we made about our professional life. To end this comparison, we, like you and everyone else made it out of our immature stage.

The bottom line, the uncertainty of where Kevin will play next season initiated by him was not a team-oriented decision. There lies the crux of the problem.

That doesn’t excuse the actions of Draymond Green. But I would bet he is not the only teammate that feels taken aback by Kevin’s stance. I don’t think they have any doubt s about his play during the season. However, with his stance, he’s highlighted his sense or lack thereof team in my mind.

The one thing you can say about Draymond, he is a 100% team player on or offseason. Eventually, no matter the place, time or incident, he is going to speak his mind. That is the underlying issue in their flare-up. I for one like the idea that Dray may have said: “We have won without you.” That is an indictment on KD’s non-committal stance.

Now all the other stuff that was part of the disagreement; that’s on the both of them. Should they reconcile, remain friends on and off the court. That too is on them. Remember I am just giving my opinion. I don’t think either one will forget this flare-up. Some analyst has suggested the team may lose both players.

At the beginning of the season when Kevin’s quoted as “keeping his options open” regarding signing the next year. My first thought was to move on brother. This had to do with the way he seems to change his mind so much. Who he wants to play with or what will be his role. Does he want to be the man on the team? Or did he want to be part of the background as he has voiced to others? If he doesn’t want to be with the Warriors, then let him go where ever he wants. Thanks for the contribution but the Warrior train is moving on down the track. All aboard who wants to be aboard. Thanks for a visit.

My hope is they sign DeMarcus “Boogie” Cousins to a long-term deal. Think of it. Boogie is playing with the rest of the Warriors. He may not be as cerebral as Durant. Or as great of a player. But he will patrol that center position like no other. Something the team hasn’t had since…well, a long time. And he has shown himself to be a good teammate at Sacramento and New Orleans. They have now lost three in a row with Curry and Dray out. Kevin is playing but not shooting well either. Basketball is still a team sport with only five teammates on the floor at a time.

In other words, let’s not worry about whether Kevin Durant stays or goes to another team. We enjoyed him while he was here but it’s a team game. He is a player who may never be satisfied. The Warriors have won without him. They now have a chance to get an outstanding center who shoots the three with ease. Go for it if Kevin wants to move on.

 

Peace & Blessing…stay vigilant for our American rights. Make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

 

Codis Hampton II

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Women + Democrats = Political Fairness 

I, like all of us, have been lucky enough to have a mother. Yes, I am trying to be clever. What I’m clumsily trying to point out is the motherly instinct in most women. Of course, there are always exceptions to the rules. But let’s stay on point.

A large majority of women have a natural tendency for fairness in my opinion. You can hear it in their conversations, see it by their actions toward others. It may not always be visible while protecting their realm of responsibility, but there is always a presence. It just seems to me they have a natural tendency to protect all within their environment. That same protection extends to other environments they work in or have some other association. It is a tendency that calls for common sense decisions to be effective at creating a protective cocoon.

Their frankness, honesty, along with social abilities are all on display as they make a decision that is all-inclusive. These are traits that make for a skilled politician. One who doesn’t have a private agenda looks forward to working with people who have diametrically challenging ideas.

A large influx of women was elected across the country during the mid-terms. I look forward to their service. Why, because some of the men holding office today? Especially Trump followers or wanna-bes, they wouldn’t make an above average dog catcher. For some, what is fair for all doesn’t concern them. Politics for them seem always to be personal power or in some way profitable.

I am insulted when you see a congressmen or senator spouting the party line the last couple of years. We can always recognize the talking points as we’ve already seen two people on other channels by saying the same thing. It doesn’t have to make sense; they are just following the edict from the White House, Speaker of the House or Senate Majority Leader. Always playing to a certain constituency which is not the majority in this country is un-American. Stroking the egos of people who don’t care about right, wrong, or fairness is almost criminal. The only one who is satisfied is Trump, their supreme leader.

Think about it. The Republicans party championed and passed a large tax cut that benefits the wealthy. They were not concerned with the deficit while crafting the plan. But now the deficit is their primary concern. The party, according to Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, must cut entitlement programs such as Social Security and Medicare to erase the deficit. You tell me, is this action best for all concerned?

Or another favorite, retiring Senator Jeff Flake stating he is still not sure Brett Kavanaugh told the truth at the hearings. Then why did he vote for the man? Flake, please! These type men will be the first to tell you that they are for Country first and self-gain last. Sure they are…and the earth is flat.

And the guy in charge of the White House? He is devoid of anything resembling common sense. He has a neurotic approach to every problem that crosses his desk. Every day, he shows us who he is in capital letters. I don’t know about you, but I knew who he was before he got elected as president.

Before the mid-term elections, McConnell warned the Democrats to toe the line if they win the majority in the House of Representative. Afterward, Trump warned there would be political war if they pursue constitutional directional oversight against him. He wants to protect his kingdom. Never mind what is best for the country. For my money thank God Democrats are in the House majority.  That is one of the positive outcomes from the 2018 Mid-terms. Beginning in January, Democrats will have the power to say: Hold up White House, wait just a minute. Let me see the document in your records. No? Then I will subpoena all the records including your live sworn testimony. Yes! Once again, we have checks and balances in our government.

Remember, the 116th new Congress will not be sworn in until January 3, 2019. Not wasting time, Trump fired Sessions, replaced him with a partisan political fan. Plenty of time between now and then for fast-track regulation from the Republican-controlled Senate and House of Representatives. Look for a slew of Executive Orders from Trump from here on out. Whether they make sense or not.

Then again, the Democrats are not stupid. As noted, they are the checks and balances in the system. So, let’s see how it goes the next two months before they are sworn in.

Peace & Blessing…stay vigilant for our American rights. Make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

 

Codis Hampton II

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Join Us, Vote Them Out of Office 

Well…where do I start. Why don’t we summarize? That way I won’t get so long winded. The Donald still occupies 1600 Pennsylvania. Congress is still eating out of the palm of his hand. On a given day, Thirty-five to Thirty-seven percent of some group of people support Trump no matter what he has done, is doing or will do in the future. I, just like most of you are unsure what number of people that percentage is supposed to belong too. I am beginning to think like Hillary and numerous others. They are strange, very strange. I do know that thirty-seven from one hundred leaves sixty-three. What that means well over a majority of some people doesn’t like Donald’s policies. As you know, the new supreme court justice is sworn in despite the baggage of sexual misconduct claims. We are in such a crisis in America today. Our entire way of living along with what this nation is supposed to champion is being run over by the Donald Confusion Express. There is a solution to the problem.

The big mantra today is to vote, vote, vote, and vote. Go to https://vote.gov/ for details. There is no reason for you not to vote.

Let’s not get caught with our pants down as we did in 2016. For God’s sake let’s not repeat that disaster. For God’s, our parents, cousins, and all America’s sake let’s make a change in political representatives during these mid-term elections. We can no longer stand by while whatever is growing in the white house fully develops. The little orange man as someone called him is just getting started with changing this country into a place we don’t recognize as the United States of America.

Remember when civility was a common practice in Congress? Do you remember when Democrats and Republicans would go to lunch together? There was a time when collectively they would come up with good ideas for the betterment of this country. Now all you have is partisanship. Up is down, down is up and the only thing that is constant? Every day we are getting screwed by the Republican political representatives in power.

I don’t blame anyone for not tuning in every day to see or hear what they are taking away from us. Some days I have to let it go to maintain a sense of reality. On those days, I wander around searching for truth and justice from anybody, anywhere about anything. I just long to hear something that makes sense; is not a damn lie.

I remember when politics was not a dirty word. Watching a debate now is like watching a wrestling match. You know its fake, but you cannot believe the inhuman spectacle before your eyes. Integrity, fairness, indeed the truth is buried in a sea of grunts, nicknames, outright lies that have now confused the media. Have you noticed they are looking for ways to justify the lying of Donald as some abnormal physic analytical defect in Trump? Me, I prefer the old black person’s description…” He is a damn lie, and the truth isn’t in him.”

Keep it simple. Keep it real as my daddy would say. “That cat has a problem. I am glad I don’t have to be around him. Or I might catch whatever the hell it is.

Listen, do me and the rest of the country a favor. Why don’t we, the sixty-three percent vote in large numbers to effect policy direction change? For people of color, what’s left of the middle class, Americans from all walks of life. For all those who not only envision but are witnessing the death of our rights, laws, and moral compass. Are we going the way of the German people before World War II? Are we becoming blind to the trampling of our rights by a select few? Are we to stand by while our country’s way of conducting its business is scrapped; replaced by whatever Donald wants on any given day?

We start by voting. Not registered, click on https://vote.gov/ Need to check to ensure you are registered. Want to know your voter ID requirements in your local area? Go to https://vote.gov/

It doesn’t matter how far we must go, how long we must stand in line. We have got to turn this trend around during the midterm. Join me like millions of others as we let our collective voice be heard over the fake news cries or howling from 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. Vote for a Democrat to stop the Donald.

After all, it’s our country, not some rich folk play toy.       

Peace & Blessing…stay vigilant for our American rights. Make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

 

Codis Hampton II

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