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Finally. Thank you baby jesus.

It's taken 10 years... and I think I know why. He's finally not (as) angry anymore. For anyone that was around before 96, they remember what John put into BM (John was the DPT), and what he got out of it (lots and lots of debt, lost his business partner, etc etc). He was pretty ticked off, he couldn't even say Larry's name without adding "Egomanical asshole" at the end for several years.

I was also quite ticked, I wrote a letter for the town hall meeting that Boggman tried to read, I got in several screaming fights with Larry - the most memorable was at the Halloween party at the Sand Box that year (1996). I was so disgusted with the whole idea of BurningManLand. I still am. I think it's a ridiculous waste of time and money, stupidly white, annoyingly self congratulating and hedonistic. If the same people all did the AIDS Ride or the anti-war protests (some do - but not all) and put the same amount of money to art in the inner city... don't get me started. By the end of Labor Day in 1996 I had talked down all the 40 year old men I ever wanted to talk down off mushrooms. Too annoying.
I was security supervisor on the night shift, I held down the fort at central camp. Vanessa (John's ex - head of the rangers), John and I had a mantra "We are no longer in the festival business!" that we chanted all week. There was nothing that made us think that it was OK for someone to die at our art festival. Larry didn't seem to have that problem, he told me "1 death in a city of 10,000 isn't bad!" I almost hit him. I had argued about the entry fee with ravers ("But we brought a fat soundsystem! We shouldn't have to pay!"), I had taken several girls who could no longer speak their native tongue and put clothes on their naked bodies and put them to bed. I motivated the medics, called the sheriff, gave dierections and had my favorite camo jacket stolen by some girl named Meredith (if anyone ever finds a jacket that says "Sgt. Pagan" - it's mine). Just before the burn I told 10,000 people to step back 10 feet and they listened. I held off some ugly entities in 1996, several psychics told me so. I rocked it, but there's no way in hell I would ever do it again (doing the same thing for the WTO Protests in Seattle or the AIDS Ride or Greenpeace was WAY more fun on so many different levels it was impossible to go back to BM).

But I am forever bonded to the people I worked there with - even if they still work for the BMorg. I hope John wins and I hope that some raver takes off his hat to what happened before everything on the playa was sanitzed for his enjoyment (and believe me, things are not as non-commercial and chaotic as they appear).