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. Itās 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 unwellāpublic displays of brutality, deeply internalized prejudice, āEntourageāābut it seemed curable. Just a case of plain old electile dysfunction. We thought that weād 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), āChicagoā (the musical), āChicagoā (the movie adaptation of the musical), Chicago (the band), āChicago Fire,ā āChicago Med,ā āChicago P.D.,ā āChicago Justice,ā āChicago āChicagoā ā (a show about the Chicago production of the musical āChicago,ā coming to NBC this fall), and a bunch of wars.
Iād personally be nowhere without America. America was there when I was born, when I got married, when I saw Janet Jacksonās 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 youād see the pointy part of a boob on a TV. Iām 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, letās celebrate Americaās 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 didnāt look a day over a hundred and sixty-four! It looked so young, it couldāve 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 theyāre 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 thereās anything we should take away from this tragedy, itās that you should always check yourself for fascism, especially around your midsection. Itās 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 āEntourageā had.
What a shame. America was just the best damn country in the whole U.S.A. Iām sorry that Iām 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, Iāll think of America. But we can all rest easy knowing America is in a better place now: Russia.