Supastar wrote:It reminds me of the time when my family told me I could no longer stay in their house. I had lived with them for fourteen whole years since birth and just worn out my welcome, I guess. If they sent me packing, why shouldn't you send that guy packing? It's not even like he would mow the lawn or anything.
Oh, how is this analogy ridiculous? Let me count the ways:
A family is a group of people, involuntarily bound by blood, with permanent societally-imposed and legal obligations to one another. Turning a minor child out on the street is not only reprehensible, it's against the law.
A Burning Man theme camp is a group of people -- usually mostly adults --who come together voluntarily to attend a weeklong arts festival/camping trip.
Your comparison of the situation described at the beginning of this thread to your family's behavior would be slightly, slightly
more relevant if, upon being thrown out, you had taken all your things and gone to the home of a neighbor, with whom you'd had dinner once, and demanded to live with them. But even then, it's a crock.
Needless to say, to me Burning Man is definitely a place to put up boundaries. You have to let people know your limits and then force them on those around you. Without that, what do we have? Anarchy. Chaos. Bad.... very bad.
For the sake of argument, I'll buy into your claim that Burning Man is exactly analagous to real life. Okay... example. I know a guy who I can stand socially, but who's a druggie mess and not really trustworthy otherwise. He asks if he can move in with me. Am I obligated to let him, because boundaries of any sort are bad?
Or... there's a woman who I see frequently at my bus stop. She talks to herself and asks for change -- I don't know if she's homeless, but she is definitely nuts. I help her out with change and bus tokens when I can, but am I obligated to open my home to her?
And the best part is, by doing that and really clamping down on crap like this, we can all soon be building fences around our camps, with doorbells on the domes, and Securitech armed security trigger systems! We could have little telephones and maybe even timecards for when we go to the work camp... YES!
Foul, no rhetoric. Slippery-slope fallacy. Also, idiotic.
Ok, ok... you did the right thing. That guy sucks and he deserved to camp in the portapotties.
Can you stand a suggestion? Next year, perhaps you should found "Got Kicked Out Of Your Camp?" Camp, and feed and provide "homes" for all the wastrels whose evil, heartless families -- er, groups of acquaintances -- kicked them out FOREVER -- er, sorry, until the end of a 7-day camping trip. Oooh, tempting how smug you'll get to be then, eh?