|Pictured: The thing that didn't happen.|
We did get some pretty brutal dust storms but that's to be expected when you have your quasi-steampunk/art show/electronic music/hippie/dance and setting things on fire party in a vast, empty dry lake bed, so really we should all just shut up a little bit.
|"Dust? At Burning Man? Goddamnit..."|
-The cast of Mad Max: Fury Road
|"Ok, we're done here.|
Who wants In-N-Out?"
|Above: Hot, full frontal robo-nudity,|
you can't get that anywhere else...
|Oh, there he is. Never mind.|
But of course, it's not just about training. The Bureau also suspects that that some of the participants might be taking the drugs.
|"Yes, no shit indeed, Watson. No shit indeed..."|
|At Comic-Con, just look for the |
cosplayers surrounded by people
asking: who are you supposed to be?
Ok, c'mon. It's not a secret that there are drugs at Burning Man, but it's not like that's all it's about. For the most part, people are discreet about it. Nobody wants a felony charge, so unless someone is running down the streets shouting 'Druuuuugs!' (which is not completely out of the question) you might not even be aware that it's a thing there. Actually I'd liken drugs at Burning Man to Babylon 5 at Comic-Con. Sure, it's there and there are certainly some devotees, most of whom will gladly invite you to share in their interest, but if it's not your thing, nobody's going to force the issue.
|He may look all business, but just out|
of frame, he's not wearing any pants.
Mostly it's a live and let live atmosphere. Sure, the FBI could probably bust a couple of people for drugs, but why? The local cops already handle that. If FBI agents want to go to Burning Man, why don't they just go to Burning Man? Everyone's welcome, even the G-Men as long as they're not being dicks about it. They don't have to concoct some elaborate surveillance plan, just go like anyone else have a good time and try to go a few days without busting anyone for 'shrooms.
If anything, it's a great opportunity to foster some goodwill for law enforcement. Hey, they could even start a camp where agents serve bacon dressed up like J. Edgar Hoover in drag or something. People would love it.