Pigs are smarter than dogs. I love my dog. I also love eating bacon. So I can stop eating bacon or I can continue playing a quiet and aggressive role in the genocide of a species whose intelligence sits safely in the middle of my “worthy of real love” spectrum. Or I can continue eating bacon and admit that my love for my dog is a sham, a hollow and meaningless relationship born of my own insecurities and years of confirmation bias. He likes me because I feed him. That’s it. Fuck him. Bacon is delicious.
