My friend Dino used to hate the 4th of July. He couldn't stand all the explosions. Our dog, Marja, hates it for the same reason. (Bitsy doesn't care.) I, on the other hand, love it for just that reason. I love my country, don'r get me wrong. I'm just not Jingo-istic enough to really get into that aspect of the holiday. The explosions I enjoy, however.
It was a little different after 9/11, watching the towers burst into flames. Took a while to get over that. But I still enjoy a nice bottle rocket. When I lived on the shore in Chicago I used to walk up and down the beach on the night of the 4th, and you couldn't see 10 feet in front of your face for all the smoke, and the firecrackers and bottle rockets and roman candles were just flying everywhere. It was pretty awesome. (Those were also my dope-smokin' days.)
I can imagine it would be different if I lived in, say, a war zone, although Iraqis and Afghans seem to enjoy firing off guns when they're celebrating something. So maybe I'm wrong. I think most people enjoy a good explosion, as long as they're relatively sure they're not going to be blown up themselves. Maybe it's something we can all have a bond about. Maybe we should all get together and, at a safe distance, blow something up. Blow it up good! Blow it up real good! Woo!
(I looked for a picture of Billy Sol Hurok and Big Jim McBob to put here, but I couldn't find one. Sorry.)
Anyway, the reason I bring all this up is because I found a link to a really cool explosion video. (Thanks Fark!)