Burning Man Do you really need to drive all the way to the middle-of-nowhere Nevada to have random sex with often homely strangers? That seems to be what the Burning Man fest has been about since it was moved from a San Francisco beach to the only state where prostitution is legal. While nobody wants to talk about it and everyone is going to the event for “the art” and sculptures, any chat with burning man mavens reveals (and has for years) a certain creepy underbelly of wanton hedonism. This was brought to the fore this week as the local winds, called zephyrs, blew apart the “orgy dome” revealing a cushion palace designed for group sex of the highest order and at a massive scale. This must be what passes for “art.” Here is a post about the disaster. While group sex and orgies are nothing new to American or Western civilization, it’s the pretense of burning man that is annoying as numerous Silicon Valley CEO’s make the yearly trek selling it to stupid shareholders and governing boards as some sort of “corporate retreat.” At some point the underlying nature of this Caligula-worthy party will be revealed by an insider. It’s like Epstein Island right in front of us with older women. And yes, I am sure some people go to the event to look at sculptures and drink Mojitos. People used to read Playboy Magazine for the articles too. | 
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