Yep, it's FUN TIME in the desert. In the old days, assholes would go to Las Vegas to gamble, listen to Sammy Davis Jr. or Wayne Newton, and whore around. Now? Now they assemble in the desert and set FIRE to a fucking EFFIGY.
Yeah, this is the "Burning Man" festival, which ended with a rousing success...the pointless destruction by fire of a giant straw GOD, or whatever you want to call it.
What's the fucking point? To me, it looks like "adults" in America wish they were pig-faced morons in Papua, or psycho Muslims in Iraq, or Nazis in Dachau...hell bent on DESTRUCTION.
We're talking about setting something on fire. I don't know that you can do that without toxic smoke. And without somehow conjuring up the idea of burning a witch or sending evil spirits to GET your ENEMY.
I don't mind the stupidity of fireworks. Aside from scaring animals, and occasionally blowing off the fingers or hands of idiots, a fireworks show once in a while can be a beautiful sight, and also a fairly harmless taste of what it's like to be in a fucking war zone. I mean, you can feel the powerful charges go off and literally pound against your chest.
I guess we'll just have to wait till a bunch of people get set on fire, or a set of bikers run rampant through some small town, or a bunch of hippie chicks get raped and murdered, or a bunch of jackasses shoot themselves in the midst of a bad trip on SHROOMS...before somebody says, "HEY, this is the fucking 21st CENTURY and we're supposed to be going forward with wonderful technology, not BACKWARD into idiot superstition and BURNING SHIT."
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