I realize I’m probably not the most popular guy in the world. Writing thousands of words a week lends itself to writing at least a few words some people won’t like.Here at the Standard, folks direct their anger at us when we write about their drunk uncle crashing into a tree and attacking police officers before a meth lab is discovered in his trunk. Yes, all of that is our fault.But amid the turmoil, I’d like to think our popularity rating is greater than a cockroach.