I mean, being a space marine would be pretty hideous. But not for any of the reasons listed in the "article".
You start out as a normal human, almost certainly on a violent, backwards planet. If you are impressive enough in your youth (pretty much the first 10 years of your life) in that barbaric civilization, you may be "lucky" enough to be recruited by whatever chapter uses your world as a recruiting world. Taken away from everything you've ever known and loved, you're rammed through a number of incredibly difficult, often fatal, tests and trials to make sure you are worthy at which point you start having extra organs surgically implanted in you.
From there, the next 6-8 or so years of your life are traveling around and fighting with the actual marines (except you have inferior weapons and especially armor), either as a scout or - in some cases like the Black Templars - a minion/squire/etc. of a full marine. And while that is happening, you're undergoing more and more indoctrination, hypnotherapy and chemical and hormonal treatments and more new organs surgically implanted every couple years.
If you survive long enough to get all the implants and finally and become a full-fledged marine, congratulations! You are now a literal mutant - not only are you much taller and stronger than a normal human, but you can do fun things like eat metal, spit acid, drink poison, even potentially survive in vacuum for short periods of time. Your humanity has been erased and you are now little more than a walking weapon, who will spend the entirety of your greatly increased lifespan getting shuttled (through literal hell) from one desperate warzone to another against the scariest things the universe has to offer, who have fun toys like guns that rip their targets apart at a molecular level, claws that can tear through tanks, and literal demons. And your "retirement package" if you get badly hurt is you get stuffed in a mech suit with advanced life support so you can keep fighting.
Plus, all normal human emotions have probably been wiped from you, except loyalty to your Chapter and the Emperor and a burning hatred of anything besides the Imperium. And if you do manage to discover some of your emotions or you start having some independent thoughts, then you are balanced on the knife's edge and falling to either side is almost certainly disastrous. On the one side is the Inquisition, many of whom will happily accuse Marines with heresy for no good reason, and on the other side are the chaos gods who desperately try to recruit new marines by almost any means possible.
So, yeah, Space Marines are in fact quite hideous, and being one would be miserable (though, again, with the whole indoctrination bit you probably wouldn't know it is horrible). But, MUH DRUMPF! MUH FACISM! is apparently more horrible.
(though, again, with the whole indoctrination bit you probably wouldn't know it is horrible).
Unless of course, you get one of the many additional flaws. Like depression, bad luck, and or mindless rage/bloodlust that eventually consumes you and your brothers.
I mean, being a space marine would be pretty hideous. But not for any of the reasons listed in the "article".
You start out as a normal human, almost certainly on a violent, backwards planet. If you are impressive enough in your youth (pretty much the first 10 years of your life) in that barbaric civilization, you may be "lucky" enough to be recruited by whatever chapter uses your world as a recruiting world. Taken away from everything you've ever known and loved, you're rammed through a number of incredibly difficult, often fatal, tests and trials to make sure you are worthy at which point you start having extra organs surgically implanted in you.
From there, the next 6-8 or so years of your life are traveling around and fighting with the actual marines (except you have inferior weapons and especially armor), either as a scout or - in some cases like the Black Templars - a minion/squire/etc. of a full marine. And while that is happening, you're undergoing more and more indoctrination, hypnotherapy and chemical and hormonal treatments and more new organs surgically implanted every couple years.
If you survive long enough to get all the implants and finally and become a full-fledged marine, congratulations! You are now a literal mutant - not only are you much taller and stronger than a normal human, but you can do fun things like eat metal, spit acid, drink poison, even potentially survive in vacuum for short periods of time. Your humanity has been erased and you are now little more than a walking weapon, who will spend the entirety of your greatly increased lifespan getting shuttled (through literal hell) from one desperate warzone to another against the scariest things the universe has to offer, who have fun toys like guns that rip their targets apart at a molecular level, claws that can tear through tanks, and literal demons. And your "retirement package" if you get badly hurt is you get stuffed in a mech suit with advanced life support so you can keep fighting.
Plus, all normal human emotions have probably been wiped from you, except loyalty to your Chapter and the Emperor and a burning hatred of anything besides the Imperium. And if you do manage to discover some of your emotions or you start having some independent thoughts, then you are balanced on the knife's edge and falling to either side is almost certainly disastrous. On the one side is the Inquisition, many of whom will happily accuse Marines with heresy for no good reason, and on the other side are the chaos gods who desperately try to recruit new marines by almost any means possible.
So, yeah, Space Marines are in fact quite hideous, and being one would be miserable (though, again, with the whole indoctrination bit you probably wouldn't know it is horrible). But, MUH DRUMPF! MUH FACISM! is apparently more horrible.
Unless of course, you get one of the many additional flaws. Like depression, bad luck, and or mindless rage/bloodlust that eventually consumes you and your brothers.
You forgot a crazy one, they can also eat brains to read memories.