You’ll most likely wait a long time, and that will be soon. There’s an increasing reluctance(and rightly so) among young men to get into the business of serving as law enforcement officers. Under the circumstances, and because of people who think like you, I sure wouldn’t want my son to follow. But don’t worry. The gap will be filled handily and quickly by the savy criminals and hardened thugs that Obama is releasing onto the streets and demanding that society embrace as upstanding citizens. Good luck. You’re going to need it. Maybe the next knife wielding “child” will be coming for you. Don’t forget that officers with guns and deadly force arrive on the scene when someone cries “help!” If you really feel as you have said, perhaps you could apply to be a neighborhood watchman and load up your pockets with lollipops and McDonalds coupons instead of a gun. I’m sure your neighborhood would be safe from any and all threats and you could “talk” even the most unruly thug into a sit down.
Meanwhile, I prefer to respect those who put their lives on the line for me and mine every day. They’re all that stands between us and the wet dreams of killers and thugs and the line is getting mighty thin. If you think our present law enforcement is too tough, just wait awhile. Not only will the force that keeps order have military equipment, they will BE the military. You won’t be allowed to have a car, or a dog; your grandmother will be “humanely” euthanized and your children will be in indoctrination facilities. That’ exactly where this nation is headed because too many people are so sure that law and order is for everyone else except them.
Your crass and obvious disregard for the lives of law enforcement in the line of duty and their “getting a face full of 9mm makes it hard for me to care much about your welfare too. A person with such a mindset has undoubtedly been on the wrong side of the law his or herself. Here’s a simple solution for you and everyone who thinks as you do. Don’t call. Stand on what you believe and handle it yourself. Then, if you survive; handle the consequences as bravely as you talk.
But, you've got me all scared. Forty years of competition in NRA Hi-Power, Wimbledon and Palma has given me a certain skill set. 600 yards over iron sights. 1,000 with a scope. (You don't get that kind of practice with a record.) I've been carrying since you were a stain on the sheets. It took a long time for you grade school bullies to use up my tolerance.
There are whole bunches, as witnessed by the vast majority of posters, here, who don't care if you go home at night. So keep up the echo chamber of Us vs. Them. It can only end well. You're bluffing, with a pair of deuces.
Your job exists on civilian tolerance. You might think yourself as irreplaceable. One minor temper tantrum on the street, an IPhone clip, your "command voice" at the mayor's mother, and the Mob will have your head. It's indicative that you haven't yet tumbled to this fact. Nobody loves you, anymore.