Lamentations amd Punctuation

Dear readers, you, will, I'm sure have noticed that I employ a goodly number if commas, parentheses, semi-colons, interjections and other minor punctuation marks in my text.
For this, I make no apology.

I stand accused, close to home, of superabundant, even, dare I say, plethoric use of these devices; even my own "Babbage Engine" has turned against me chiding me thus:- ( this sentence is fragmented consider another option) Sodding cheek! "Infamy, infamy, they've all got it in for me." *
Well, the cheeks of my arse to my detractors!

I hold the view that if the Almighty had intended simple sentences then SHE would not have given us punctuation. What, I ask, is the point of all these little delights if they are not going to be used? Do my critics fear that they will run out, become exhausted through overuse?
Why do we have subordinate clauses and other grammatical sub-constructions if they are going to left in the drawer like unwanted gifts?** How would we successfully parse a sentence without guidance from the little buggers?
If complex sentences were good enough for Dostoevsky then they're fine by me.
Of course, I realise that there is some virtue in using punctuation correctly and I freely admit that my enthusiasm for giving it an airing oft supersedes care but "ARSE" I will not see these grammatical devices left unused.

I, further, hold the view that punctuation is truly Universal, indeed, that The Creator (Bless Her) has put in place a continuous creation of commas etc. (were Hoyle and Wickramasinghe almost right?) a veritable cornucopia, and that in all civilised societies including that on the small, but nicely marked, planet of P'tong in the constellation of Orion highly intelligent grubby little bastards are merrily puctuating with The Creator's (Bless Her) plenitude of grammatical gifts.
Well, that's it then, I suggest a collective noun for punctuation - a proliferation? What think you m'learned friends?

Finally, my thanks to "Junket" and "Biddster" for supportive comments (if they were) over the last week and the wizzard Rincewind wishes it to be known that his centipedal wooden familiar is never far away.

* Mr. K. Williams as Caesar.
** Who did buy us the Korean travel clock that plays the Korean national anthem, apparently backwards at warp speed?