Now, 20 years later, we have cops on 4-wheelers, undercover cops, cops with night vision goggles, cops giving tickets, cops arresting those that rejected the norm to flee from their authority.
I firmly believe that BM exists as it does to give us an escape from society’s stranglehold. It is a week to run into the ass end of the desert and party with maniacs. To no longer be bound by proper protocol or legacy beliefs, to dress crazily or not at all, to express ourselves however we see fit.
Your presence is contrary to the entire spirit of Burning Man. Leave me the fuck alone and I will do the same.So, Mr. Enforcer:
When your rules tighten a grip around us it makes me angry. Why are you here? “For our protection?” But stopping disputes is the rangers’ job, isn’t it? We are amazingly peaceful for as large as we are… you will find more violence at your average sporting event.
When we want to go burn shit in the middle of the desert, where you would never even tread if not for us, leave us alone. If I want to do every drug known to man, piss off. If I want to run around naked slapping everything with my cock, none of your god damned business (lest you be the recipient).
The reason I see you here, Mr. Enforcer, is that you cannot fucking stand the fact that we do whatever we want in the pursuit of happiness regardless of the rules. We don’t need them. You came to remind us. You came to make a quick buck. You came to make us obey.
This is an example of the rest of the Nation trying to publicly show that they are tough. That they are enforcers. That they love American pie, segregation, and Jesus… right wing warriors won’t allow these hippies to spit on the law…
Everyone loves to talk about how free this country is, how wonderful is our democracy… well if that were true you would be voted the hell out of BRC. It is not our will to have to hide and scrape and crawl to do what we want, to escape your laws in this lawless place. You were sent by others that don’t understand us.
It’s anarchy, and I want it that way. You see, Mr. Enforcer… I can walk down the street in this lawless place and always feel comfortable. I can give strangers gifts. I can dance and sing loudly anywhere I want…. And the fact that this is what our anarchy is proves to me that we have won, no matter how tightly you squeeze.
What do you think?