"For seventy years, the rhetoric of the Soviet state was always about happiness for all—bullshit rhetoric that was like a paper bag thrown over a bomb,...you learn instantly to recognize this idea, in whatever guise it comes at you, that someone else knows what you need to be 'happy,' and that this knowledge is certain and enforceable. You see it miles off. It emits a special stink even before you know it’s there,..."
There's a name for that.
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