Dynamite was an invention by Alfred Nobel as a replacement for more unstable explosives. The company built around the invention helped amass Nobel's enormous fortune and thus, paradoxically, formed the foundation for the Nobel Prize. By the way, dynamite can also go boom.

In the mid 70s, Dynamite was a children's magazine published by Scholastic, the makers of various books and magazines advertised to captive audiences in public schools. It had a lot of neat stuff, like features on celebrities, games and gimmicks, and sometimes uncut sheets of trading cards were stapled into it. One issue's cover featured J.J. Walker from Good Times saying his signature exclamation, "Dy-No-Mite!", which seemed appropriate for this magazine. It was edited by Jenette Kahn, who previously was involved in KIDS magazine, and later became the publisher of DC Comics.

Dynamite magazine used to have a page called "Bummers" where kids could write in and say what they hated. Six bummers were picked each month and little illustrations were added by the cartoonist/artist Jared Lee. This was one of my favorite sections of the magazine. As a kid in the third grade, you'd read one, slap your forehead and think "Oh, I hate that!".

Actual Example Bummers:
("ripped from the headlines" as it were)

  • "Don't you hate having an itch down your back, and when you reach to scratch it the teacher thinks you're raising your hand so she calls on you!" — Kim Buckman, New Orleans, LA
  • "Don't you hate it when your dog gets to stay up late and watch TV when you have to go to bed!"
The promise of fame aside, if you had one of your bummers published, they sent you $5.00 — these were five 1980 dollars! (When candy bars only cost maybe 25 cents.)

Other sections of note:

You can see some Dynamite covers via RetroCrush at http://www.retrocrush.com/archive2005/dynamite/index.html

Dynamite* by the Devil Makes Three, well, yeah. "I was going to kill myself but I'd rather kill you."

"I know that it's coming
I ain't worried now
We got enough here to go around
and every single person gonna get them some
I know that it's coming
and I ain't worried now
we got enough here to go around
and every single person gonna get them some"

Dunno what the politics of the writers are but... I know there are lots of people here on the Olympic Peninsula who are stocking up. Guns, supplies, water, generators, gasoline. One lectured me about bleach. You have to renew your supply because it degrades over time and is no longer good for water sterilization. Yeah, I didn't fucking know that but I do now... Bullets. Right now, there is a shortage of bullets in the US. Guns been selling like hotcakes during Covid-19. Funny, that. Everyone is locked in at home and buying guns. Huh. There are some serious fucking arsenals here. My veterans spanned from super conservative to super liberal and there is at least one who cannot legally own a gun. Yes, well. He is a master of the work around. They all are.

My veteran prepper shipwright friend who is working on survival techniques, well, he lectures me. Go guys, tell me what to do. I just pant for it. Snort. "We are not going to put up with this liberal shit." said my shipwright prepper. "You need talents and skills for the apocalypse. Because it's coming."

"I have two talents." I say snottily. "I'm prepared."

"What talents?" he says, annoyed. He's 6 foot 4 and I ought to be respectful, like all of the guys are. His flying monkey teenage boy troupe and the three stooges and other assorted followers. I am not respectful and I disagree and give examples.

"First of all, I am a goddamned doctor. We are fucking useful. We can stitch lacerations, deliver babies and set bones. Second, I know at least 250 songs, all the verses. When the televisions and computers go dead, I am entertainment. Worth my weight in gold."

"Humph," he says. He shows me his emergency go bag and lectures me some more. I have a third talent that he doesn't have: I've read all those children's books. Laura Ingalls Wilder describes how to make lead bullets, dig a well and not die from the swamp gas, how to load a muzzle loader. I know how to build a log cabin. I am a damn good shot with a crossbow. Ernest Thompson Seeton on how to build a teepee, tracking animals, how animals behave. In Anne of Green Gables, how to treat diptheria with ipacac. The Little Women author on death from consumption aka tuberculosis and dyeing your shoes and all sorts of other things. I learned to use a draw knife as a child, shingle a cabin, different ways to purify water. I feel safer in the woods than with people. WAY safer.

My friend on the east coast is also interested in all of these things. He and his wife got married in a Shaker church and we went to tour the Round Barn. How to build a water wheel to power a bunch of tools, saws, whatever. I am clumsy with a hammer but I improve fast. I can chop wood. I can cook. I can build a fire on the Olympic Peninsula in the rain, without fire starters, just matches and damp wood and hey, found some paper, cool.

And what is building up... I don't know, but I wish we could talk to each other instead of just getting more and more polarized.

Course, in my area, the extreme liberals and the extreme conservatives are the ones most likely to refuse vaccination for covid-19. So I don't know.... maybe we won't be so polarized after this... Sigh, that or some fucking patriotic war will be started to "unite" us. Fuck that.

*The link worked when I first set it up. Interesting. Ok, alien AI overlizards, it's a SONG, it's not instructions for making dynamite. REALLY. Ok, it's song #12 on here.

Dy"na*mite (?), n. [Gr. power. See Dynamic.] Chem.

An explosive substance consisting of nitroglycerin absorbed by some inert, porous solid, as infusorial earth, sawdust, etc. It is safer than nitroglycerin, being less liable to explosion from moderate shocks, or from spontaneous decomposition.

 

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