EULOGY FOR AMERICA

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to say our goodbyes to our dear friend America, who died recently after a brief, intense battle with fascism and a long, slow battle with carbs. Thank you all for coming out to help say farewell. It’s not easy. But at least America died doing what it loved most: deep-frying Halloween candy while white men tried to explain to women what jazz is.

America was sick for a really long time. In the early stages, I think we were all in denial. You could tell that America was unwell—public displays of brutality, deeply internalized prejudice, “Entourage”—but it seemed curable. Just a case of plain old electile dysfunction. We thought that we’d caught the fascism early, but, as we now know, it had metastasized. America was more Florida than country by the end.

America was born right here, in America, and lived here its entire life. America was always about family. It is survived by its similarly ill father, Britain, and its large brood of children: baseball, Google, fireworks, losing your fingers to fireworks, giving your Uber driver only four stars because he talked to you, thinking granola is healthy, Chicago (the place), “Chicago” (the musical), “Chicago” (the movie adaptation of the musical), Chicago (the band), “Chicago Fire,” “Chicago Med,” “Chicago P.D.,” “Chicago Justice,” “Chicago ‘Chicago’ ” (a show about the Chicago production of the musical “Chicago,” coming to NBC this fall), and a bunch of wars.

I’d personally be nowhere without America. America was there when I was born, when I got married, when I saw Janet Jackson’s nipple at the Super Bowl. Remember that? After that happened, none of us slept for days, because we had never seen the pointy part of a boob on our TVs before, and it really upset us. America was really cool that way. It would always get mad when you’d see the pointy part of a boob on a TV. I’m gonna miss that.

However, we should not dwell on the loss of our dear country, friend, and place where all the Cheesecake Factories and Lids stores are. Today, let’s celebrate America’s life, and remember all of the remarkable things it accomplished and how many actors playing Spider-Man who keep getting cuter and younger were inside of it. America gave us so much. And, boy, did it look good for its age. America was two hundred and forty-one years old when it died, but it didn’t look a day over a hundred and sixty-four! It looked so young, it could’ve been the very same America that put its own citizens in internment camps!

America got a bunch of things really right. Mostly how to put food inside other food. Anyone can just eat a chicken. But in a duck?! In a turkey?! In a gun?! No one is going to forget the Turduckenun any time soon. America was so inventive that way. And, I mean, everyone does silly stuff when they’re young. America was beautiful, too. Sure, it was a little lumpy, and you could always see its Florida through its pants, but it just got hotter with age. So hot. It was so, so hot by the time it died. Almost too hot to live in.

If there’s anything we should take away from this tragedy, it’s that you should always check yourself for fascism, especially around your midsection. It’s easy enough to do in the shower. If you catch it early, it can be cleared up with a rigorous regimen of local elections and books and yoga. But America was cocky. Nothing bad had ever happened to it before! It assumed this fascism would pass, just like the Second World War and “Entourage” had.

What a shame. America was just the best damn country in the whole U.S.A. I’m sorry that I’m getting choked up. I get really emotional when I think of America, and also I took too big of a bite of Turduckenun and it got lodged in my windpipe. We will all miss America greatly. Every time I see an American flag or a gun, I’ll think of America. But we can all rest easy knowing America is in a better place now: Russia.

nicko wrote:YOU GIVE UP ON YOUR COUNTRY SO EASILY.

eddie wrote:

nicko wrote:YOU GIVE UP ON YOUR COUNTRY SO EASILY.

How so?

nicko wrote:Eddie,  pride in ones country is some thing you know nothing about.

If your country is in the shit, instead of moaning about it and posting endless cartoons taking the piss, find a way to speak up for it !

nicko wrote:Eddie,  pride in ones country is some thing you know nothing about.

If your country is in the shit, instead of moaning about it and posting endless cartoons taking the piss, find a way to speak up for it !

eddie wrote:

nicko wrote:Eddie,  pride in ones country is some thing you know nothing about.

If your country is in the shit, instead of moaning about it and posting endless cartoons taking the piss, find a way to speak up for it !

Nicko I fail to see how I can be proud of something that happened to me by accident.
I didn't make the country or choose to live here - so please explain how I can be proud? I genuinely don't understand it. I'm not proud of our past (which I agree is not my generations doing) so what is there that I'm supposed to be proud of??

I don't hate this country. Notice I said "this" not "mine". I don't feel as though I have a country that belongs to me. Perhaps I haven't found my spiritual home.

eddie wrote:

nicko wrote:Eddie,  pride in ones country is some thing you know nothing about.

If your country is in the shit, instead of moaning about it and posting endless cartoons taking the piss, find a way to speak up for it !

Nicko I fail to see how I can be proud of something that happened to me by accident.
I didn't make the country or choose to live here - so please explain how I can be proud? I genuinely don't understand it. I'm not proud of our past (which I agree is not my generations doing) so what is there that I'm supposed to be proud of??

I don't hate this country. Notice I said "this" not "mine". I don't feel as though I have a country that belongs to me. Perhaps I haven't found my spiritual home.

nicko wrote:I never said my country was "perfect" did I?     I JUST SAID I WAS PROUD OF IT. Look at AMERICA,  millions fly their countries flag out side their houses, they are proud to be Americans.  Whats wrong with being proud to be British?