[Tribune7]

A few houses still stood within the skeleton of what had once been an industrial town. Everything that could move, had moved away; but some human beings had remained. The empty structures were vertical rubble; they had been eaten, not by time, but by men: boards torn out at random, missing patches of roofs, holes left in gutted cellars. It looked as if blind hands had seized whatever fitted the need of the moment, with no concept of remaining in existence the next morning. The inhabited houses were scattered at random among the ruins; the smoke of their chimneys was the only movement visible in town.

Welcome To Starnesville.

[Publius]

The talented people left Detroit as the city died, killed by its union parasites. What remains is a collection of misfits, moochers and malcontents on the governent teat, unable to function in a capitalist society.

Detroit no longer has a reason to exist. Its single best destiny is to be plowed back into the farmland from which it arose a century ago.

Sic transit gloria.