A community that comes together with a minimum of “rules” demands self-reliance – that everyone clean up after themselves and help thy neighbor. Some day, I want to live 52 weeks a year in a state or city that acts like this. I want to attend a national political convention that advocates the wisdom of Burning Man.
What a joke. You can’t buy anything at Burning Man other than coffee or ice. Tickets (yes, there are tickets, which Norquist conveniently leaves out) cost $650 or $380, depending on when you buy them. And speaking of things he left out, here and here you can find the quite explicit, lengthy rules (not “rules” as he puts it) for coming to/surviving at Burning Man. Norquist did more than drink absinthe and smoke Cuban cigars if he thinks that the social mores of a week-long art festival for 70,000 people could even possibly apply to a nation of 314,000,000 that exists, you know, 365 days a year. But then again, that’s exactly the kind of in-a-vacuum philosophy that Libertarians like Norquist babble on about.