Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter


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She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.

Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.

The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.

It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.

Jason Cushman

-Opinionated Man

7/11/2014

Slaying Beauty


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I slay her beauty, like I slay the night.

Boarding her up, she weeps for what is right.

I sing a tune of mocking birds, and sashay down the aisle.

It is her I hear, she calls me still, I see her smile.

Shatter it with my fist of resolve, I throw her to the wind.

She is no more… go forth, you are but a sin.

And desperately I shall seek her ashes once more.

And call upon her image still… silently at my door.

J.C.C.

-Opinionated Man

Monetize Your Blog – Don’t Ask Me How!!!


Monetizing your blog is pure common sense. You either sell your soul, sell advertising space, sell a product, or you sell yourself to a company and become sponsored.

I make ZERO DOLLARS off this blog currently. I have been called everything from a moron, lazy, to just plain stupid for not making “money” off my website. That is cool, you can call me what you like.

I sold a couple eBooks for a time, it got boring and I wasn’t particularly impressed with them so I trashed both the blogging manual and the poetry eBook. I was paid by WordPress through WordAds for about 4 months, but the Ads became intrusive and I hated them. So I removed those and have given a firm “NO” to anyone asking to advertise on my website.

I won’t sell my soul… at least not yet. I also won’t sell myself, but I will not write off the idea of one day being sponsored… although who would sponsor a blog like mine is anyone’s guess.

I realize I have a strong following. I know my rankings on all the major websites, I don’t need those quoted at me. I also realize it is odd that I preach about marketing, publishing, and powerblogging when I am not even selling anything.

If you are looking to monetize your blog don’t ask me. That isn’t my area and if you find fortune through social media I wish you the best.

Don’t mind me… I am just another blogger doing my thing. I have a plan, but it isn’t the type of plan most people would care to follow or even understand.

-Opinionated Man

Why I Don’t Need Feminism and Why Women Probably Do


I don’t need feminism because feminism obviously doesn’t need me. I was blacklisted apparently… all I did was show up with a plate of snickers… for hunger… because hunger makes you… Never mind.

I don’t need feminism because I am pretty aware of what I do and don’t have in life. I don’t need another group showing me one more thing to be unhappy about… or are you also handing out guns with a single bullet too?

I think women probably need feminism because if they don’t have something to complain about they begin to age strangely. It puts them off center. Women that are constantly arguing are far more beautiful to behold… some might even say exotic.

I think women need feminism because they finally realized those other “parties” they are forced to go to really are boring as hell. Tupperware party women? Really???… I would need feminism after one of those parties.

I think women need feminism because they have run out of ways to bond with their daughters. They decided “women’s rights” was a safe bet and decided to run with it. The aggressive side of feminism was simply a pleasant bonus of it all.

I don’t need feminism because I won’t feel guilty for what I haven’t done and what I don’t have. Entitlement? Some… but it wasn’t due to having a penis ladies. Sorry. Hardship? Had it and I saw far more “rides” being given to the ladies along the way. Get real.

I don’t need feminism because I don’t need to see your boobs. I only need to see my wife’s and possibly a strippers if I really feel the need. People have to go to medical school you know.

I don’t need feminism because I don’t need to see another lame movement. Can we all just accept the fact that everyone in society is out for themselves and start rowing our own damn boats for a change?

-Opinionated Man

My Social Media Platforms


There are a lot of “Opinionated Men” names being created. I ONLY blog here. I have been added as an “author” on a few websites as well… I ONLY blog here…

My social media links are the following and I welcome any connection. All other websites are not affiliated with me. It sucks I have to clarify this, but there you have it.

Twitter @SmokeNdust

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Harsh-Reality-A-Good-Blog-is-Hard-to-Find/1445387155680950

LinkedIn https://www.linkedin.com/pub/jason-cushman/79/262/627

I also own, but do not currently update http://shatteredsmoke.com/

-OM

You People Don’t Know Offensive


I get a real kick out of people that think they offend me with their comments. No one has yet said a single thing on my blog that has offended me I am sorry to say. Hate to kill some of your dreams here, but WordPress is a soft website that houses a bunch of nice people. Genuinely nice. Honestly you can save some finger energy by just not writing “I hope this doesn’t offend you,” because chances are you will either get a smile or an eye roll from me when I read your comment.

I seriously wonder sometimes where some of you live. They must be very nice places. You want to know offensive? Try being Asian and going to a 85% black school your whole life. The shit I have had said to me throughout my life trumps anything said to me on WordPress thus far. You want to know offensive? Try being an adopted Korean with a white name and having every Asian you meet call you a banana and white-washed and THEN they laugh at their own joke and expect you to laugh as well. You want to know offensive? Try being a minority in the United States Air Force and being stationed in Cheyenne, Wyoming for a couple years. Or have a blogger write posts about you for two weeks straight and when you finally do a retaliation post (less than 100 words) they file federal charges against you. Try getting some blogger emails saying they hope you die, you should move from Colorado, or that they want you to burn in hell.

Kiddie punches are thrown here people and I laugh when people say on other blogs that all I do here is “rant.” I actually have yet to really post a RANT on this blog in my opinion. When you see a 5,000 or more words post come up with a big “FUCK YOU” in the title, then you will all know it is on like donkey kong. Until then nothing you can say about me is going to phase me… but feel free to keep trying. Telling me to burn in hell eternally makes my day and gets me to chuckle in real life. If people want to see what real “attacks” are like go troll the CNN or Yahoo boards for a bit. I was a CNN.com commenter and a Yahoo.com commenter for years (got perm banned from CNN actually) so… I have some experience with both trolls and aggressive comments. Online poker tables are notorious for trolls as well and I saw my fair share of those playing poker for many years.

Just know that I write and share what I wish. I expect “attacks” and nothing any of you can say will offend me. Now… talking about my daughters is a different story. I moderate only two things here, comments directed at my family and also hateful people that claim they want me to die and still visit my blog. I just don’t see the point in A) acknowledging their existence and B) allowing their names to be highlighted on my blog that I work hard on. Disagree with me or even send me a hateful comment, that won’t make me mod you. Come on people… you don’t know offensive.

-Opinionated Man