The manifest-list thing really had me sold up until the part where they get all "war is awesome! Let's shoot our friends! Oh, and lets hate on women while we're at it." But the last point was my favorite by far.
I find the manifesto to be a weird blend of Atlas Shrugged and Fight Club. It's like Ayn Rand's writing in that it glorifies technology and capitalism and progress, finding beauty in the sprawling, utilitarian organism of industry. Fight club is more about destroying oneself, tearing things down and reveling in the ruins, inciting revolt and building anew from the wreckage. Basically beating the hell out of each other to feel something concrete and unequivocal and personal.
So often anything man made that isn't art (and often even when it is) it's automatically lumped into the ugly/neutral/does not apply category. A tree or a human hand or a slinking tiger on a branch is seen as beauty par excellence, almost because people didn't make it. A vast train yard with tens of hundreds of tracks, a complicated mesh of wires and cables and lights hug above it is considered an eye sore, or a necessary evil. There's no appeal to aesthetic taste, no ordering or symmetry, etc to make it beautiful, its too bare and functional to be beautiful. Bah! The human hand is more utilitarian than the grimiest coal plant. Every bone and vein and muscle is finely tuned with no appeal to beauty whatsoever. [Good thing too! Or else hands wouldn't be nearly as useful with frilly bows and useless symmetry] Yet no one draws train yards! I think they're neat looking: their fine tuned, crisp clockwork timing, perfectly crafted mechanical connections and human lives on the line at litereally every moment inspires a pretty serious aesthetic buzz. Ugly Shmugly.
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