“Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.” — Herb Caen
The Burning Man Festival plays out each year in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert where 70,000 people build a city in a week, burn a giant wooden effigy of a man, and then supposedly restore the playa to its original state. In recent years it has become popular with millionaires, and billionaires.
Luxurious camps have sprung up which use hired staff like cooks, builders and security, and allow international jetsetters to drop in for quick visits including a runway that is capable of handling a Lear jet. Many traditional “Burners” claim that is a betrayal of the spirit of “radical self-reliance” that is a cornerstone of the event.
As anger boiled over one camp called White Ocean, which hosts high profile DJs on a state-of-the-art stage, became the focus of anger. This year, as the camp was holding a party at which Burners listened to music it was attacked by vandals who flooded it with water and cut power lines carrying out a “revolution against rich parasites”.
So much for the Progressive wet-dream of a utopian vision of peace and love and welcome to the chaos of anarchy of class warfare.