I already explained it to you. If you want to keep arguing, that's your problem, not mine. I have zero tolerance for rudeness or hypocrisy...welcome to the ignore list.
No worries- I've been called far worse, by far better people than him. We don't do this for the "atta-boys"- it is a calling.
His estrogen-fueled cop hate temper-tantrum, is probably from him getting caught parking in a disabled spot, or getting arrested for weed, or has authority issues with his cop step-father, or from him posting videos on YouTube of the noisy modified exhaust of his decrepit Toyota MR2.
I am thankful to have been able to pay off my custom-ordered Porsche convertible, purchase a ranch in Texas, and retire with a good pension and free medical for life, at age 55.
All I had to do, was to write a blank check every single night, for thousands of nights, for an amount up to and including my life. Sometimes 7 days a week, regularly 17 hours a day, sometimes 20 or more hours a day.
I over-simplify it by explaining to lay people that I run towards gunfire for a living.
I have been shot, stabbed, attacked by pitbulls, and was retired by an injury in the line of duty, chasing a violent felon who had savagely attacked a 9-month pregnant woman, her three small daughters, and her elderly father.
As far as my "empathy" goes, he probably doesn't know anything about the blue-colored infants that I've had to do CPR on, the people who have died in my arms, or the countless family members that I have hugged long and hard and cried with afterwards.
He probably knows nothing about me serving as the CEO of a non-profit corporation providing youth services to disadvantaged minorities. Or the volunteer work that I have done in the public schools...or the Christmas toy programs that I have volunteered with...or the children that I fed every Wednesday morning at our church...or my wife and I serving as the youth leaders at our church...or us feeding the youths every Thursday night...or us running a program to help the kids with their homework after school four days a week...or the skateboard functions that I volunteered at.
He probably knows nothing about my wife and I spending a fair chunk of change to purchase, wrap, and deliver packages labeled "from Daddy" to the children of a drug dealer doing time during Christmas for drug charges that I had arrested him for. He probably knows nothing of my wife and I donating a bed, purchasing bedding, and taking it over to said drug dealer's Section-8 rental house to set it up for his children, who had been sleeping on broken-down cardboard boxes up to that point.
In short, he probably knows nothing...