Showing posts with label letters from uncle kevin. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Oh Hey Guys, I'm Coming to Visit!, America!, We Did It! Phillies!, Chase Utley!

Dear Nephews,

It is I, your Uncle. I'm writing you this morning to inform you that I shall be traveling a great distance, across flowing rivers, over rocky mountains, and past the relatively travel-friendly valleys of this glorious nation of ours to where it all began, the great city of Philadelphia, to celebrate America's 237th birthday. (Philadelphia, which as we all know is Quaker for "Phil's Place") And on this special day of days I request your presence for various food eatings and meat grillings and drink drinkings and what have yous.

You may be saying to yourselves, "Hey, awesome Uncle Kevin is coming to visit, I love that guy, he's the best and I hope to be just like him when I grow up, but what's the big deal about the 4th of July anyway?" Well, if you'll recall I told you all about it last year! Brayden, you get a free pass for not being born and all, but I expected more from the Murray Brothers. A lot more. (-_-)

So no history lessons today, though you should be aware that today marks the 150th anniversary of the Battle of Gettysburg, which was a turning point in the American Civil War. It was the largest battle of the war and many say if the South had won the 3 day battle, we'd be eating chitlins in Philadelphia instead of cheesesteaks. You'll go there on a field trip one day and you'll see some old muddy cabins with old wooden pipes inside and long eery fields that make you feel like you traveled back in time to a sad place where scared men did brave things to change the world forever. Or you'll get the high score on some game on your phone and accidentally fart in front of girl you like. Field trips are a mystery, boys, you never know what will happen.

So a little history lesson today. It's America's Birthday! Cahm ahn! And it's important that we talk about our history. If not to be inspired by our triumphs or learn from our mistakes, then to have a distinct advantage over those who choose to ignore either. Remember I said that, might be the only smart thing I ever teach you. Also, calculus is dumb, you don't need to learn it.

I just wanted to say hey guys, I'm coming to visit!, America!, We Did It!, Phillies!, Chase Utley!, and I'm looking forward to meeting you, Brayden. I'll be asking some questions to make sure the Murray Brothers have been treating you well, showing you the ropes. We're gonna have a good time this weekend and we'll celebrate America's birthday with bar-b-que and fireworks and watching the Phillies trounce the Braves (A whole 'nother war entirely). It's gonna be great.

Your Favorite Uncle,

Kevin


Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Uncle Kevin Presents: Independence Day: The Real Story: Colon: Yup


Dear Connor & Jack,

Happy Independence Day! 

I love the 4th, boys. It's a great day for many reasons. Not only are we celebrating the birth of this great nation of ours, but we also get to eat hamburgers and blow stuff up. What’s better than hamburgers and explosions? Nothing, probably. Throw in some macaroni salad and maybe an ice-cold lemonade (read: beer) and your Uncle Kevin is about as happy as a pig in the city who can talk and is named Babe. I didn’t actually see that movie, but I assume everything works out in the end and Babe really enjoys the city.

It's important to spend the 4th enjoying all the awesome freedom we have, but it’s also important to take a moment every 4th of July between all the ‘burgs and explosions to remember what happened on that great day in 1776 to form this great nation. Oh, you guys haven’t heard this story? Whaaaaat? That’s crazy talk. What are they teaching you in school? What do you mean you don’t go to school? What do you mean you’re only 3 and 1 years old? What’s happened to this country’s education system? More like Obamadoesnotcare, amiright? What were we talking about? Oh right, July 4th 1776.

Awesome Dudes with Ponytails: Founding Fathers & Uncle Kevin
Let me drop some forefather knowledge on your dome pieces...

The story of the US of A begins with a handful of rebels named Thomas “Jeff” Jefferson, Benjamin “All About the Me's” Franklin, John “Don’t Call Me Quincy” Adams, Sam "I'm Not Drunk" Adams, John “I Don’t Do Autographs” Hancock, and a handful of dudes (51 dudes actually. How big is your hand?) meeting up in the greatest city in the world, Philadelphia, to discuss King George who was being a total knob.

(side note: If this were Star Wars, King George would be the Emperor, Jefferson would be Luke, and B. Frank would be Han. I guess Jefferson’s dad would be Vader, I dunno. Forget it. Jon Adams would be Chewy.)

  You see, the British Empire, headed up by King George thought it was cool to ask us for money even though we didn't have a say in how or why that money was spent. They were basically the mafia asking us to pay them for "protection" and we were all,“Nah Homie, we don't need your protection. We got this. ” And King George was all, "Whatevs. I'm the king, and I rule. You do what I say." So our smartest dudes (Sans the black guys and women. Whole other terrible letter I'll write to you when you're older.) met at Independence Hall, which was called Anthony Michael Hall before this meeting, to figure out how to deal with this jabroni and squash this beef once and for all.

America!
They knew that King George would be a real jerk about them forming their own country, so they decided to be adults about it and write him a letter. And since Thomas Jefferson had the best handwriting he was made head writer. Tom Jeff brought in B. Frank and John "Don't Call Me Paul Giamatti" Adams as his top aids because they had brains on top of brains. The one thing they knew for sure: They weren't asking King George for Independence; they were gonna straight up Declare it.

To make sure the King knew this was for real everyone signed the letter—kind of like a birthday card that gets sent around the office. You may not have bought the card or written it or know who it's for or what's wrong with them, but you sign it because everyone else is and it's the right thing to do. Of course, John Hancock had to show off and write his name all huge, even though he was just the president of congress and Tom Jeff totes wrote the thing. Typical Hancock.(Years later Will Smith would play John Hancock in a movie, I didn't see it, but I'm told it's historically accurate.) 

Legend has it when Hancock was signing this Declaration of Independence he told everyone that congress must hang together. Then B. Frank was all,  “Yeah, we better hang together, or we shall all hang separately, fo sho.” B. Frank was dropping knowledge like that all the time—it’s no wonder he was such a ladies’ man (see: cause of death).

Then they sent the letter. King George was pretty miffed. There was a war. The rebels won. Boom, America!

Happy Birthday, America!
And that, gentlemen, is the story of our Independence Day. There’s a sequel and Will Smith is in that too. President Bill Pullman (Not Paxton) kills aliens with a speech and Will welcomes the aliens to "Erf" in that movie. It’s pretty good. Not as good as the original.

Anyway, enjoy the 4th, see some stuff explode, eat some hamburgers, remember how cool B. Frank and the other rebels were, and lastly, at the top of your lungs (Connor, you’ll love this) yell out, “Happy Birthday, America!!!”

She turns 236 years old today. Doesn’t look a day over 200.

Your Favorite Uncle,

Kevin