On the profit shit ladder of shame, slightly above Dr. Phil's rung, how invitingly folksy to just use his first name and not his surname of McGraw, are Jerry Springer and Maury Povich.

On their 'shows', with no pretense of help, the bungled and the botched are paraded right off Victor Hugo's page for entertainment.

And 'You are not the father' has become a horrific DNA meme used to shame women who may not know the origin of their offspring.

I cannot imagine the horror of some child forced to go to school when her 'friends' spot her mother on Youtube.

To help clear such pure malicious dollar-spittled spite we need an experienced tech savvy soul channeller: bring back Charles Dickens and Mary Wollenscraft and Eleanor Roosevelt and let them sit in those uncomfortable high chairs on the Dr. Phil show.

Jesus, I'd add Mary Shelley to come from the audience to opine on the 'Modern Prometheus' as important analogy for Dr. Phil.

Hell, I'd even help remove The G.G.'s remote from cracked screen to watch that programme.