On the playa, piss doesn’t evaporate practically before it hits the ground. It forms a puddle. People step in it. Barefoot people step in it. Drunken barefoot people step in it.
And it’s not in the middle of nowhere. It’s an encampment. People sleep there. People prepare food there.
(I have no idea where his sex offender charges came from, but I suspect there’s more to the story.)
Simply put, when I go camping, I don’t want people pissing where I live.
Seems like a very basic courtesy. (Especially when there’s a porta-john WITHIN WAKLING DISTANCE.)
I’m amazed that anyone would speak in defense of this kind of irresponsible behavior. Claiming to be an artist or an artisan or a creator or whatever doesn’t excuse it.
That jackass got what he deserved.
