Think before you reblog

I have some real haters on WordPress that will attack you for reblogging me. They won’t read anything but the repost of my article and it will turn them off from your website. Think before you reblog one of my posts. Some people are just pathetic.


Current Search – “How to tell if your wife is trying to poison you”

“How to tell if your wife is trying to poison you” is a current Google search for my blog today. And you people think I am not providing a service… I told you!


Author Bios – Got a Good One?

As many of you know after 15 months of writing under a pseudonym I finally shared a photo and my name. I know… maybe the most important thing to happen this year. I decided to review my Author Bio, but after rereading it there really isn’t anything I want to change other than adding my name. I suppose that simply means I was being honest all along.

Do you have a good Author Bio written? If you do and would like to share the link please feel free to do so here. A lot of new bloggers struggle with their introductory pages and it might help some.


I Reblog for my Readers

To answer the question, I reblog to give back to my readers. I appreciate that they take the time to come to my website, sometimes daily, and give my writing a read. That is why I do random challenges or similar offers. I actually annoy the hell out of my followers and even have some unsubscribe when I do reblog “overly,” but that is OK to me. I also lose view count, but I think it is worth it and for a purpose.

Again, to my new followers PLEASE disable the email setting for my blog. You don’t want all this junk mail.

Last post today have a safe Thursday WP.

Note: I’ll reblog the new pingbacks to the Challenge tomorrow!

-Opinionated Man

Signs Your Wife Is Trying To Kill You

She announces one night you are both going “Vegan.” That can’t be healthy… she must be trying to kill you. Get a $5 foot long at Subway.

You walk by your wife as she is stirring soup and say “Hey Honey what is for dinner?” She doesn’t even look up while smiling and murmuring “Ooooo Nothing…” I hear Campbells Soup is now microwaveable!

Your wife keeps forgetting to set your place at the dinner table. She then mutters “he is still here?” each time you remind her…

CSI, I Almost Got Away With It, and House Hunters International are suddenly her favorite shows. Maybe we really should start paying attention to what they watch men?

You catch your wife doing the “weighing motion” for no reason… several times a day. When you ask her what she is doing she shrugs and says “weighing these melons obviously!”

You get ready for bed and suddenly she is sleeping in your spot. She then looks confused for a minute as to why you are asking her to move…

Your wife removes all the good things in life (sports, beer, sports…) and replaces them with the un-fun things in life (Ballet, The Oxygen Channel, Ballet…).

Your wife suddenly disappears for hours and claims she is going to Pilates. Pilates is a myth… she is plotting.

-Opinionated Man

Blurbs of an unfiltered reality

Opinionated Man:

I like it and the flow. Thanks for sharing how you connected music with writing! I appreciate you taking the time to take part in the challenge. -OM
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Remember me

Sweet green, the scent of money trees

When you think about it, think about me

Medusa smokescreened behind a sea of green


Girls are candycane cotton candy kisses.. bubbles blowin in like fishes

Extraordinary riches, 

I kept your name in my sweaters’ stitches, 

Is that a boo boo, baby, let me check lipschitz


I wanna dance for you, take a chance with you, 

Devil’s prancin’ you


My stance is mad for you



Practicing being an alcoholic,  you’re good at that

Another gold star Timmy, pat on the back

Another diffused track, any chance of a plan of attack, fades to black

Ashes to ashes, stack to stack

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Do you have a moment that you consider the most influential on your writing?

Opinionated Man:

My experience was much the same way with my 12th grade teacher. She inspired me a lot. Thanks for taking part in the challenge and for the memory share. -OM
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The moment that I found to be the most influential on my writing was when my Journalism teacher in high school used my work as an example to the other students, and explained that my piece was what soulful, insightful writing looked like, and that others should take note of my technique in order to succeed in their writing pursuits, and ultimately the course. I was shocked by the fact that he would put me on a pedestal in that way because he had often been a tough teacher to please, and I had always cared tremendously about what he thought of my work. It gave me such confidence in my writing that I began refining my skills and blogging, pursuing writing as a passion rather than an assignment. He gave me the encouragement I needed to become better at what I love, and I honestly could never repay him…

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Who would mark that down?

I seriously want to know this and will not flame you if we totally disagree. Because it baffles me. Who in the world would actually take the time and energy to “mark down” a post asking for prayers for a country? Especially for a tragedy? Was it a mistake? I am not asking for a specific post (although obviously a post sparked this), but even an atheist wouldn’t take the time to do that. Because it is a none factor to them. I know, I have a lot of friends that believe in all sorts of things. But who goes around marking down honest posts about tragedies? A troll? A dick?


Challenge – Most Influential “Writing Moment”

Opinionated Man:

Thanks for taking part in the challenge. The funny thing for me is that essay writing only became easy later in life. For two reasons. Confidence and the invention of the home computer. Typing is definitely in my bag. ;)
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Challenge – Most Influential “Writing Moment”

— April 17, 2014 by Opinionated Man

Do you have a moment that you consider the most influential on your writing? If so care to share? If you write a post and send me the link I will reblog.

sunset from pier gulls

photo taken off the pier in the neighborhood


I don’t particularly remember a moment of influence like a teacher saying ‘great job you could be a writer’ or anything like that.   All I remember was that for me, writing didn’t come with furrowed brows and beads of sweat like it did for my counterparts.

In school, essay questions were my forte. Where others panicked on the lack of multiple choice questions, I saw it as an opportunity to hover, circle and land in the spot I needed to be to answer the question. I was biding time till the light-bulb flicked…

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Challenge – Most Influential “Writing Moment”

Do you have a moment that you consider the most influential on your writing? If so care to share? If you write a post and send me the link I will reblog. I’ll leave this as a sticky for the weekend.


Weekend Reader | “Writing” – All Bloggers Welcome

I may create a thread like this over the weekends from now on which will be theme based. This post will be dedicated to writers, bloggers, and authors that appreciate the written word. Do you have an article or post on writing that you want to share? Please feel free to leave the link here and maybe a brief description for my readers.

Thanks for taking the time to share and have a safe weekend WP!


You are a Poor Writer

I was told in the 11th grade by a teacher that I was a “poor writer and I should consider finding something else to be good at.” It angered me because this termagant had no clue of my love for reading and the written word. Just because I didn’t see her “images” of Thoreau suddenly I was inferior? I did what I do anytime I am in that situation. I set out to prove that bitch wrong.

I have a huge amount of appreciation for good teachers. Teachers that build relationships with their students and don’t see them as simply “this year” are becoming a rarity though. Now there are lines not to be crossed and social boundaries preventing students from really bonding with some of the most important people in their lives. This is truly tragic for what better examples are there for students to be around?

In the 12th grade I surprised everyone by making it into AP English. I had the most amazing teacher ever, Mrs. Campbell. I remember her kindness to this day and that really says something considering how much has happened in my life since that year. The confidence that awesome woman gave me is evident today. I would probably not be writing this post, this blog, or any blog if it had not been for her. She pretty much redeemed me from the pitiful state the previous teacher had left me in. Confidence is such a precious thing that is often taken for granted. It is a trait that is built slowly and lost rapidly.

I passed the AP exam and got my college credits (I wasn’t surprised, I actually slept for thirty minutes because I was done before everyone else). I beat the scores of most of the straight A students, I was definitely not one of those people. I proved something and the important part is not what I proved. It was who I proved it to. I showed myself that year that the opinion of others doesn’t mean shit in the long run. All that matters is what you are willing to do in the moment. Do you allow someone else to create your moments or do you say “fuck you this is my life.” Give me my moment back.


Writer Jealousy

Do you ever experience writer jealousy? Ever read something and instead of appreciating it you thought “man I could have written that!” What are you more envious of a person that writes in your same genre better than you or someone that is able to create something you cannot?

I have a mixture of feelings when I read literature of any type. With poetry I am pretty snobbish. Even though I don’t write great poetry myself or even what I consider “poems” I still think highly of my ability to pen my mind poetically. Sounds a bit ignorant I am sure, but what person has not claimed they could scale a mountain having never climbed a foot?

I believe I grade myself fairly. On a scale of academics my writing is a solid 6 out of 10. That might be a little generous, but I am not taking into account my horrible grammar and punctuation. My poetry is a different score and the reason I give myself multiple progression levels is because I love to push myself. I strive to write what I can’t and I disdain things already written. I can’t stand to read about the same topic by multiple bloggers and it still all sounds regurgitated.

For me it is about pride. Taking pride in trying to accomplish something someone else hasn’t. Everything about my blog and how I blog is geared towards that goal. If you read a post here that sounds like anything else… I have failed. It might seem like I treat my blog with very little care sometimes, I can see why people might think that. The topics I choose, my level of interaction or lack thereof, and the often blunt nature in which I generalize throws people off. It makes people uncomfortable in this world made up of “politically correct responses” to hear someone say absolutes without fear. Does it really matter if I truly believe it or not? No… sadly not really.

So why do I blog the way I do? I can’t honestly think my “personal blog” is that unique can I? Actually I do. I feel this blog is very unique and that is why I rarely get “writer jealousy.” I have simply not run into many people that write with my same style. Do you feel the same way about your own writing?




How many reblogs can we get on this? Is anyone else fed up with the porn that is starting to really infest the WordPress feeds and readers? If you want to view porn go to a porn site!

  • Reblog this if you are also annoyed by the random porn.
  • Report websites posting pornographic images.
  • There is a huge difference between art and porn.
  • If you need to post nudity for views… you suck at blogging.

(I like porn just not on WordPress.)

Jason Cushman

-Opinionated Man

You can show a horse water…

I started writing a post on views and audience and just deleted it. It feels a little pointless sometimes when you know that most people just don’t “get it.” Maybe my methods aren’t pure or the best, but they accomplish what I wish them to. Isn’t that the point of blogging? To get what we want out of it? My goal has always been views, followers, feedback, and growth. That is what we powerbloggers do. People can complain and say all day “I don’t care about views,” but when your next sentence is a complaint about not getting comments then you are missing the point. Entirely.

A view can be anything and that is the simple truth. Who is it that is viewing your site? While some bloggers sit around complaining about trolls and assuming (you really shouldn’t assume things you don’t know for sure) that each view is a spammer… they don’t realize they are ruining their own experience. It isn’t the “random liker” or the “random reader that doesn’t comment” that is making your blog suck. It is you and your attitude.

If you don’t want to care about blog growth, views, or followers then don’t care. But don’t make post after post complaining no one comments or your own followers don’t give you feedback. YOU JUST SAID YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT NUMBERS! COMMENTS ARE ANOTHER STAT, ANOTHER NUMBER DUH!

As I said… you can show a horse water, but you can’t make the bastard drink. Do what you want bloggers, just know that people are also reading your complaints and rants. Often times… we are laughing.

I guess this was me NOT writing about audience, growth, and numbers…


My Stats Suck

We all know I care so please no dumbass comments on how you don’t watch your stats. I watch mine and boy are they horrible since my business started. I suppose a balance will be found.

Side note: If someone were to accidentally spill chardonnay in the bathtub while bathing… would that be considered soaking in alcohol?


What Truth?

Your truth is not my truth unless I accept it. And like a picky eater I will choose what I like and discard the rest. I see absolutes in the morning and different shades of right in the Fall. But come Spring I may again only consider the black and white of the world, which is my right.
I challenge the man who will force his views upon me to come and try. I do not dance, but our feet shall surely tango. I need no forceful aggression in this duel of wills, only a single phrase.

You don’t exist to me.



Modern day Cathedrals of Steel, you stand as an example for man. But what example is it that you set? Who is being worshiped upon stage lit by flashing bulbs and never ending cameras. It matters not if housed between those walls are the most spiritual of people because they are not of the people anymore. They are religious movie stars and how amusing that so many in this world turn a blind eye to the mansions that mirror these plastic churches. Who dwells in that fine house that sits in the shadow of the MegaChurch that feeds it? Does God live there as well?

No… only a man. A man with other people’s money.

-Opinionated Man

Blood Moon

Tribute paid, I almost didn’t bother. For what more accolades do you need on a night where humans howl your name. What must we give to understand the sensation that we feel, as bruised surface reflects like twins in our eyes. A shame to repeat the words of him or her, nay… instead I’ll whisper my own tune beneath breathes of Chardonnay. For you would never criticize me. We are brothers.