ACAB, or for those who still like to use English, “All Coppers Are Bastards”. Shouting that at a Police Officer is a bit like lowering the volume on your car radio when you are looking for an address. You may think it will do something but in reality it is not going to make any difference at all.
I had to divorced my parents at the end of 1979 in order to take the Queens shilling and join the Police. I was officially “sworn in” and allowed be a “real bastard” in uniform and as a detective for the next 30 years.
Like any Police officer I have a lifetime of stories to tell. Most you will not believe, but all of them are true.