You know, being a decent and civilized person, accepting of all who come this way, one of the nicest guys one can ever hope to meet, I used to possess a scintilla of sympathy for the brain-damaged primitive; after all, he's had a pretty crummy life.
But the longer this has gone on, walrus-face refusing to admit he'd been a jerk, those microscopic bits of sympathy, of human feelings for him, have eroded away. He's an ass, and probably hasn't gotten a hundredth of the misery and wretchedness he truly deserves.