There has been much debate about whether AAVE should be considered "valid." The side that says "no" is often accused of racism, but in my opinion it's more like classism, because AAVE is not owned by black Americans and indeed many white people speak this way.
My stance should be rather anodyne: for formal settings, obviously it's nicht-sehr-güt, but for informal speech/writing, have at it.
Now, I don't know what the difference between a pidgin and a creole is, so someone please educate me. But, methinks that every time a group of persons gets together, they are creating an ad-hoc dialect which exists for the temporary purposes of communicating effectively.
Every individual has an idiolect, which is the unique, signature manner of speaking/writing/thinking-semantically which consists of a mix of existing words and terms of phrases, along with a stylized way of combining them. Sometimes, we introduce our own words as well; we usually don't do this when we write emails, because the red squiggly underlines are known to induce a deep-seated sense of inferiority in even the most well-adjusted of us. It is basically the algorithmic equivalent of being called a "big dummy" and being made to wear a dunce cap.
Anyways, mi pensas, why not shift the overton window a bit more? Since, like the multiverse containing every universe, surely there must be a metalanguage containing every langue (sensu Saussure). Instead of flat out mastering aliaj lingvoj, why must we have such rigidness among monoglots? I think Finnegan's Wake hit some of the right notes.
Mi parolas al min nevo en ein miksture auf multaj lingvoj, en la hopas li lernu ein maximnatursprecht. I call it "funsprecht," and en mia opino, estas tre utila por logikopensas. Sometimes I say "and", sometimes "auch"; "kaj," when the nerve is right to be struck. It is like a brain parasite that is slowly warping my sense of linguistic "normalcy." The fabric of the "patriarchy" (konsider das worte objektionablé...) is unravelling in my mind as we speak as mi konstrui tiu nuevo lingvokonstruiment.
Anyways, I want to talk about some good news. We had a housing inspection recently, which I wracked my mind up about. The inspection was immensely short, and every room was checked totally within a span of about five minutes. Needless to say, we passed. It may sound silly to other people, but I could not rest with this determination looming over my head from a quasi-benevolent pseudo-dictator with the power to send me back to the streets. Now, I am at ease, and rest assured I have not been made a vagrant for the millionth time.
A Joke
What did the sargeant with the common cold say?
hut-choo-three-four
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