Blast initially seemed to me to resemble the whiny complaints of a petulant child.  After spending years of my life reading the introduction to the magazine, I was not surprised to be instantly confronted with examples of hatred towards the Futurists, and at first I was wary of reading on.  However, I now find myself impressed by the skill with which the writers of the magazines succeeded in leveling society through equality of flaw.   The Futurists are certainly despised, but then so are the fiendishly coquettish women the magazine ostensibly praises, all Englishmen, Frenchmen, the King, and the Pope through mention in the Manifesto, great artists like James Joyce (whose name is ostensibly placed next to castor oil in the blessings), and even the signers of the manifesto themselves, whose arrogance and ego is despised naturally through their assumption that they alone are perfect.  I now believe this was an intentional method of the Vorticists which they utlized in an attempt to perhaps similarly achieve a level of emotion in each of their readers, no matter their identities.  By making everyone offensive, they join society in an attitude of violent ire, opening their hearts to the impact of their ideas in the process.