See, Biff Cry. Cry, Biff, Cry. Why, NYTimes? Why?

Sometimes, not often, but every once in a while, like after reading something like this, I look back on the days when slave codes prevented my ancestors from reading and prevented Antebellum whites from teaching them to, and I think, "Good times, good times." It's not often, rarely, in fact, but, clearly, seeing "budonkadonk" in The New York Times is one of those times, one of those occasions when I wish I couldn't make the lines and curves and crosses and dots speak to me.