For all of humankind’s so-called “superior” intelligence, creativity and technological wizardry, it’s downright amazing how illogical and ignorant (not to mention just plain stupid) we can be on a regular, day-to-day basis. I’m reminded of the old adage, you know the one, open mouth and insert foot, and personally, I think we’d save ourselves a lot of time and trouble if we were wise enough to think before we speak, yet time and time again that’s simply not the case.

Myself? Well, let’s just say that – as a staff writer for our hometown daily – this is something I’m forced to deal with far too often, from those wishing to keep their name out of the Police Blotter to those who happen to disagree with any number of my personal opinions, many times put to print right here in my weekly column for The Evening Sun.

As far as the blotter’s concerned, it’s actually quite simple (and I’ve been over this repeatedly with certain individuals). Don’t want your name in the paper? Don’t get arrested.

Unfortunately, we have an ever-growing population (or so it seems) of miscreants who – for some unknown reason – can’t keep themselves out of trouble. Whether it’s petit larceny, violating a city ordinance (typically of the noise variety), driving while intoxicated or my personal favorite, “alleged domestic dispute,” this area has a veritable “hall of fame” when it comes to repeat offenders.

Some days, I’m tempted to write a book about it, a kind of Evening Sun Police Blotter “greatest hits,” so to speak.

Like I have the time, right?

As for this, my weekly column, well, some people can’t seem to get it through their head that everyone – and I mean everyone – is entitled to their opinion ... even me. The sad part is, there are a lot of “experts” out there who live by the “your opinion may not be wrong, but I know mine is right” creed. Try having an intelligent debate (something I’ve always enjoyed ... if it’s intelligent) with someone who’s utterly convinced their view of things is 100 percent correct, 100 percent of the time, and you know what I mean. It’s like talking to a doorknob, the kitchen table or (insert your favorite inanimate object here).