The dogs and I eat meat and love. It's not "cognitive dissonance". Without ambivalence we are the true monsters, so sure of ourselves that we'd exclude any chance of another way, unadaptable unless lucky enough to have our mania meet the needs of our free-form niche. Bicoastal America's a bit like that. Freeform niche and all.
There are bon vivant, passive aggressive predators who swill fine wine and jabber sports scores. You'd barely see them coming if you weren't forewarned. A different breed.
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