Forgive me for my misspellings. I fucked up my new laptop, trying to adjust it. Now the old laptop is the only thing left to type on. And you want to know about shame, and the utility of it. So I guess my only choice us to tell you about my childhood. Back in the bad days of Philadelphia, I had liberal parents who had purchased a fairly large house in a largely Italian/Ukrainian section of Philadelphia. The Italians and Ukrainians mostly sent there children to Catholic school, while my parents chose to send me to public school, because that would look better, and more progressive. So I went to school there. From Kindergarten until 6th grade. And, Holy Shit, did I learn a lot. I was always nice, I was always polite. But my parents, despite their idiocy, educated me very well at home. My Father hung up a large Mercator Projection of a world map next to my bed, something I slept next to as a child. I spent many hours looking at it, studying it, and memorizing it. I truly loved that map. Eventually I got to 3rd grade in the American Public School Education System, and I had a teacher who taught me something that was against everything I had learned previously. Especially the things I had learned from a map. She told me sweet, gentle, lies. I was in a classroom, and we were discussing Geography. She told me that because the North Pole was cold, the South Pole was hot. I disagreed with her, attempting to tell her that distance from the equator mattered more when it comes to temperature, but she would not relent. "Children, do you Alabama is cold? It isn't, I've been there. This child wants you to think that the South is cold. It ain't. North pole is cold, the South is hot." And then, young as I was, I realized the utility of shame. I am a fucking retard. I have little to expect from this life. But I was shamed that day, and I did realize that I was not wrong. And that is the utility of shame.