A difference of opinions

My life as a blogger has been somewhat of a roller coaster, much of which was by my own design.

I entered the world of blogging much like other bloggers, full of opinion and eager to share it. I had no bar, I had no goal at first. I just wanted to share the thoughts in my head that never go to bed.

Fast forward to 2019. After three years of sharing my every thought I learned a few things. Here’s what I learned.

1 – No one gives a shit. Unless somehow it relates to them.

2 – People are assholes.

3 – Jealousy turns people into assholes.

4 – You can show a horse water, but you can’t make that bastard drink.

When you set out to powerblog, which I started out as here, you have to remember that people don’t always give a shit. We get so excited, be it a writer, photographer, or whatever type of blogger you are, in this idea that everyone is gonna care about what you care about. We think of amazing posts, viral posts, that everyone can relate to. Everyone needs this advice we think!

But then no one likes it, or it reaches your threshold for minimal views, and you realize after rereading it a fifth time that it wasn’t that funny. It really doesn’t make sense at all. I should probably delete this shit, I can’t believe I posted it. Holy shit, did my subscriber count just change! No!!!!!!!

Maybe it isn’t that dramatic, but you get the idea.

Six years ago my kids were still very young, barely talking. In 2019 I can’t escape opinions. I get them at home, I get them at work. Then Trump gets elected. I get a promotion at my job. And inevitably I’m pretty fucking tired of opinions and people in general.

Time. Time is one of those factors you really can’t substitute. If you don’t have the time to invest to really push your blog, it isn’t going anywhere. People try to substitute time with things like great photos, awesome artwork, or even humorous posts. If you aren’t blogging to push those posts, however, it doesn’t matter how hilarious you are or how great that art is. No one is going to see it because you failed to invest time to make them seen. Like I said, there’s no substitute for time and I’m out of that every week nowadays.

I once said I valued opinions and the sharing of opinion. I once had a blog where people could do that and thousands did each day. That’s how I got to this mark.

Today, in 2019, a different day has emerged. I know we all have a difference of opinions. Lately I just don’t give a fuck about everyone’s thoughts and my fingers move on their own in this blogosphere, on my website.

I blog now because I just must.

But now I blog for myself.

Jason Chandler Cushman

-Opinionated Man



This Michelle Carter story just kills me.

Basically this girl becomes friends with and gains the trust of a depressed boy. She then coerces him into following through with his depression and attempts at suicide. When he gets scared while killing himself with carbon monoxide poisoning in his car in the garage, she commands him to get back in the car and see the deed done. She manipulates him and tells him his family will understand why he did it. They’d be sad, but they’d move on.

This case was a few years ago and she just got her sentence. 15 months. And she cried.

If everyone in the world had a friend like her half of us would be dead. It only takes a sliver of encouragement to kill yourself when you’ve reached the mark.

What she did was evil. What she did was murder.

I really can’t get over this case, probably because of my own past. I know one thing though!!! I’m glad she wasn’t my girlfriend.


-Opinionated Man



Do you really listen to people?

Ring ring. Ring ring. (My cell doesn’t actually ring… but you get the picture.)


Hi! This is [insert any name here] from godaddy calling about your Mom’s website!”

“Oh hi, yep she said there was some issue with her SSL cert. Strange though because I can get to her site…”

Yes indeed there is something wrong with it. I’m from the [insert department name for people that find “new services” for you to purchase that you don’t really need] and we go over accounts occasionally and noticed her redirect isn’t working! I can fix this for you easily and we offer a service for the future to automatically fix this type of issue if it ever reoccurs. It is normally $199, but we will give it to your mom for $399 for two years!”

“Holy shit. Did you just say $399 simply for a service to ensure your website reroutes when it should already automatically?”

Yes, but a lot of people don’t want to fool with these technical issues…”

“I work in IT. I deal with SSL certs daily. I have a wordpress premium website hosted by godaddy as well and have never had this issue. I don’t pay $399 for any type of redirect. Why are you trying to sell my mom, a person who doesn’t understand web terms, some bullshit service she doesn’t need? What’s broken here. I go to her website with https secure and see her site, so your copy worked… just not the redirect?”

Well it isn’t on our side…”

“Ok. So just issue her a new SSL cert, if this one is corrupted.”

Well sir… it isn’t the cert itself. It’s the redirect and that’s usually a plug-in for WordPress.”

“OK! So I just need to fix her plugin somehow?”


“Thanks I’ll take care of it.”


I’m still working out the plugin issue, but please be warned. Listen to what is being sold to you and if it doesn’t make sense… don’t buy it! How many people are paying hundreds of dollars for a service that shouldn’t even be necessary!!!!!!!

Freaking shark. This kind of ticked me off.




I crept up upon a whisper. And saw the words disappear.

They seemed to run from me. These words inside of me.

I finally caught a word. A word, what a word.

The word was actually ‘word.’ And I got what I deserved.

No endings were found tonight. I kicked the period of a run on in flight.

You might think it’s right. But a single word is never right.

-Opinionated Man



Time out

I’m in time out again.

My wife waited for me to come downstairs before giving me the look and telling me that ‘Tom Brady post wasn’t very funny. Or nice.’

The offending post has been removed and my hand has been slapped.

At least it wasn’t with a ruler, they did that when I was a kid in schools and it hurt!