"__Should we feel guilty because we are the scribal (scribble) class, the
literate ones, while the down-trodden are illiterate?"
I believe this is the kind of thing someone referred to in a previous
post (-hole digger, toasties, deep food for thought) as the
self-consciously banal puns and/or word strings (onion rings) that
seem to make the pomo's life/existence/being worth
living/existing/being.
Thank goodness (godness, goddessness, godliness) someone put Maddox
(Mad-x) in his place. And so skillfully, too. And not with just one good
sentence, but with an endless string of them.
Remember, extremism or extreme goofiness (Goofy, Mickey, da-HYIL) in
defense of the right is never a sin.
sf