Detroit makes me imagine a crazy person locked in a room somewhere making and churning out dozens of ugly teddy bears a day. Each day people come to him and say "All the kids already have teddy bears and even if they do want a new one, kids don’t want ugly teddy bears."
But the crazy bear maker won’t stop. He makes bigger, uglier teddy bears and pushes pile after pile of bears out the door. The people carry heaps of grotesquery off to showrooms where the bears sit unwanted and unsold.
The bear maker is proud of himself. His whole life has been making teddy bears and he feels he is vital to the well-being of children everywhere. Whenever it is argued that his bears are unwanted, his response is "Look how busy I am!" He never stops, he must be afraid to.
And sadly, after all these years of building bears in isolation, he discovers he has neither the skill nor the tools to build better bears. He will need to be retrained or replaced. We’ve already committed to pay for retraining and retooling. Time will show whether he has no choice but to be replaced.