The Time Is Now!
by Terrance McKenzie
hell kinda festival do you call this? A pigsty? A traffic accident? I was lead
to believe so much about Burning Man, and from all I could tell, it seems like
a rank-amateur production of Oh,
reading about "Nevada's City of Art," I was encouraged and intrigued
by what seemed to me a truly unique and interesting art exhibition. I was also
fascinated with the fact that 20,000 people could come into the middle of
nowhere and make a city spring to life.
But now I
see the ugly truth about this charade. This Burning Man thing is nothing more
than a cheap and dusty gimmick, and providing the basic elements of living
seems foreign to the organizers. There isn't adequate security, amenities,
waste disposal or guided activities, save the actual burn. We came here
expecting the best only to be served by a bunch of rank amateurs. Come on, at
least a concierge!
immediate neighbors, we came prepared. However, we're shocked, shocked, that there were no hookups for
our Winnebago-I mean, what if the septic tank overflowed? You can't explain
these things to Whiffy, our Irish terrier. What if the battery dies? Perhaps my
wife can't make a call on the Iridium phone. On top of that, the noise is
unbearable. Hell, the way some people carry on, you'd think they had a cabaret
license. Well, not in my neighborhood mister!
And as a
side note, the Burning Man staff should beef up security big time. It's only a
matter of time before one of these munchkins takes a swipe at someone and it'll
be Kent State all over again. Why aren't there more cops?
think there is hope in saving this festival, and the time is now. We must all
work hard to clean up this hellhole and turn it into a place that you'd be proud
to bring your grandkids. What's so wrong with giving everyone a good time, and
maybe turning a buck or two? Maybe making the event Winnebago-only would keep
out the riff-raff! Think about it.