I'm not that tough an audience. I read the Babylon Bee every day, and often laugh outloud. I grew up on Bob Hope and Rich Little, and reading the funnies first. More recently, I used to watch that clean comedy channel from time to time, and often enjoyed it. Dave Chappelle is moderately amusing. After Norm Macdonald died, I watch a bunch and tried to like his humor. Robin Williams was brilliant in Mrs. Doubtfire, but after a while, his "frantic" energy gets a little old . . .
Maybe Lewis was right. Maybe the best humor is a "bloom on the dialectic." It comes not when a professional joke-teller artificially sets up a "topic" and then frames stories or jokes around it. It comes in an ah-hah (or hah-hah) moment of realization. It is not a performance, so much, as a joy breaking upon the humorist.
Maybe trying to separate our laughs from other processes of life, is like taking vitamin pills instead of growing, harvesting, cooking, then consuming foods naturally. Maybe laughter isn't meant to be a specialist position.