Authority

The work of Authority is saccharine to Ideology;

It encourages passive consumption as being the norm;

 Its supreme desire to pro-generate a happiness brood;

The charism of entertainments and immediacy encouraged;

A belief in utopian Ideology that is felt naturally.

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