this schizoid attitude, endemic to the mix of mawkish Puritanism and that tiny core of anarchic surly rebels which formed Murica, and gave it its permanent dyslexia and its reliance on euphemism to escape facing >| things:
I'm a bastard. I know I'm a bastard. I'm comfortable and balanced with my bastardliness. My inner bastard is emotionally nourished.
(ie we'll 'say' Anything! just to make a problem go back under the sheets, not to be faced on My Watch\ufffd cha cha cha) Have another Big Mac, Supersized, skinny..