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.
You have many problems that are about to overtake you. The very least of them will be people like me. They will be people like yourself. Best of luck with the environment you’re creating.