.....;.....;Detroiters have a weird sense of humor about this stuff.
When I lived up there a top-selling t-shirt said
“Detroit: Where the Weak are Killed and Eaten”
Last one out of Detroit, make sure you flush.
And leave the fan on.
About 30 years ago I went to Detroit on business. In the morning the mainstream newspaper had a front page article on a prominent drug dealer being found dead.
On the front page they published the speculation that this was connected to his switching from selling “Whipcracker” brand heroin to “Johnny Sunshine” brand.
I marveled at the concept of heroin being a branded product in Detroit, and at the nonchalant way this was published, as if all the readers would know exactly what it meant.
I never went back to Detroit.
Don’t try to stop the killings in Detroit. Let them kill each other.
I live in rural North Carolina surrounded by dairy farms and woods for miles.
There are no words in the English language that can explain how much I couldn’t care less about Detroit. If all of them killed each other today, that would have absolutely no effect on my life. There is no way on earth I could care any less than I do.
“Send him to...DETROIT!” -Fist full of yen.
Detroit is what one gets when democrats get everything they want!!!