Shade


He passes through your life a shade. A shadow confined to the very edges of darkness and light, he shimmers as he barely exists. Names are given, a personality is painted, and a half image of a man is left. It dissolves like a distant memory as reaching bonds are snapped by the force of departure. Neither cry nor sigh is given in respect. Just a lonely memory that walks alone. Above the moon guides the steps of the lost souls below. They find comfort in the darkness away from the light. A sleeping sin that hums like a forgotten tune. I hear the words still…

There is no passion like forgotten passion. No love like lost love. We journey on towards the light, forever bound by the night. And with the coming day we cry in dismay as we slowly vanish before the warmth. Never to truly know the sun, but forever given a small glance. Just a look at what we will never have.

-Opinionated Man

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Reporting Trolls @WordPress


Trolls and online abuse can be reported to abuse@wordpress.com. I encourage anyone that has been subject to cyberbullying to use the email provided to report those WordPress users that abuse this platform.

-OM

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Why the World Now Fears Bloggers


Do you remember the good old days when a company could give shitty service to a customer and then when they complained the corporation could laughingly place them into a caller queue to be redirected to death? When was the first time you heard or read of a story where someone used social media to fight back? Did it inspire you or make you curious?

The World fears us bloggers. We are unbridled, unprofessional peons with keyboards. We are supposed to know our place in this consumer enslaved world. We go to work, we make our pennies, and then we spend our money right back on the companies we work for. That is how the circle of life is painted in most portraits that sit behind current CEO desks.

The day that the average chump decided that they weren’t going to be just another customer was the day the Corporate World learned fear. Suddenly the guy wearing a hoody at register eight might very well be a social media giant that won’t put up with bullshit customer service. He won’t put up with rude servers or pompous managers. What is his weapon of choice? It is held by a holster or in his pocket… a simple cell phone with internet ability and a WordPress Ap.

That hoody is suddenly a fucking cape.

-OM

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Trolls will attack your family


My troll is now threatening to contact DCS in an attempt to have my children taken from me. This is no longer just “trolling,” but a clear case of cyber harassment. I have over 50 “pending” comments from this person and emails from him as well, including countless pingbacks showing willing interaction with my website. I will present all this evidence to authorities and have filed cyber harassment complaints as well. Fortunately we live in a country where the government has policies and won’t simply take a “random email or phone call” as gospel (even if you call a hundred times a day like you probably will). I am willing to comply with any investigation and am not afraid of any inquiry.

This is the extent trolls will go to have your blog shut down when they disagree with your words. When they can’t beat you they will attack your family, your job, and you personally. The whole time they will claim YOU are the bully. This isn’t right and people like this need serious help. They are obviously unhappy and want to make you equally so.

I will not apologize for doing nothing wrong. I will not be afraid of some random troll that has decided to make me their prime target and reason for life. Send your emails and make your phone calls. I will answer to any authority that knocks on my door. I have done nothing wrong and will not live in fear of you.

-Opinionated Man

Jason C. Cushman

@smokendust

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WordPress – A Site of Fences


Browsing WordPress is much like walking down a fenced in sidewalk these days. Everywhere I look there are walls, protective measures, and anxious eyes watching my every move. Some bloggers are “waiting” for visitors to grace their pages, others are worried about predators and thieves stealing their work and still other writers are busy creating masterpieces that they then quickly erect gigantic walls around to ensure no one ever sees them. This all culminates into the saddest image of blogging to me.

I once had a follower email me and ask “what do you do about protecting your writing? Aren’t you afraid someone will steal your words since you put all you’re writing out there for free?” I quickly replied to this email that there is no way possible to ensure that someone doesn’t steal your words. It will happen, it is happening, and it can’t be stopped. I also pointed out that it is impossible to recognize the “dollar amount” that you are losing due to someone taking and sharing your writing without permission. This is merely to say that the “stress” associated with such cares is generally not worth the anxiety.

I have never been worried about people re-blogging, sharing, or reposting my articles. I do like to ask/demand that people credit the author and the website, but humans will do as they please. In an “open forum” website like WordPress it is basically impossible to regulate such things and I also think that the more eyes that see your articles the better. And for those worried that “someone else is making money off you” stop worrying about that complexity because guess what? WORDPRESS makes money off you currently. Still bothered? Every time you log into your WordPress account, or any website or account, you ARE paying someone, just in case anyone was really that naïve…

Everyone is so quick to erect fences. Don’t you know that is the fastest way to get splinters? I really hate splinters, they are so damn hard to get out, and thus I stay away from arduous woodwork. I will admit I get a bit sad and possibly annoyed when I visit a blog and I read something amazing. I then glance over at the follower count and view numbers and I say to myself “what a shame.” Like a rose behind a wall, a princess locked inside a tower, these are all the same images that define a deprived world. A world that will never be given the ultimate gift, an original thought written by you… that to me is the true tragedy of what blogging is becoming.

-OM

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