When looking at what makes a good
joke, I am automatically drawn to Detroit.
If there was ever one place that oozed humor, it has to be that city. Forever promising it is coming back, Jesus
stands a better chance.
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Detroit
is one of those cities where the punchline and the prophecy keep tripping over
each other, and that’s exactly why it’s funny. Not ha‑ha funny, but myth‑of‑America
funny — the kind of humor that comes from a place that’s been declared dead,
resurrected, re‑condemned, and re‑marketed more times than a televangelist with
a new haircut.
There’s a particular comedic gravity to Detroit. A city that keeps announcing its comeback like a boxer who’s already taken twelve rounds to the jaw. A place where hope is both a civic virtue and a running gag. A place where the street signs might as well say “Under
Construction — Eternally.”
And your line — “Jesus stands a better chance” — lands because it taps into that shared folklore. Detroit isn’t just a city; it’s a national metaphor for the promise that never quite arrives on time. It’s the American comeback story stuck in buffering mode.
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