Should all people receive the same punishment for the same crime?
Did previous cultures hold all members of society to the same standards?
How do you account for the effects mental illness or personality have upon the likelihood of committing a crime?
Is it fair to punish someone becuase thier innate biology wires them to respond in an manner that society considers incorrect? (God-judeocristian seems to think so)
How would you implement understanding of the fact that different people are different ?
At what level does a biological difference truely begin to impair judgement to an extent that a person should be awarded a differential punishment?
Logic applies easily when a group of things are identical or easily classified. Of course if they are equal, then the all receive the same treatment. How do you (or do you) modify logic to account for the fact that your group is actually nonhomogeneous?
Will there eventually be a way to quantify personality on a genetic basis, with the understanding that it is niether wrong or right, but rather just different?
How do you teach others to embrace the things that make them different and make others different as gifts or talents rather than abnormalities?
As a society are we moving towards greater or less homogenaity on a personal level?
How do the three families that the "boy book" discusses play a role in how homogeneuos our population is?
Would it be good to identify/type persons at a young age so that as they grow, thier specific personality needs could be better accommadated?
How do you keep this typing from becoming Gattacca or big brother?
What is the point of punishment?
Does retribution really work to prevent future recidivism?
How promptly and painful must the punishment be to render the desired mental lesson?
Is it better, sometimes, to structure punishment as a lesson or as service to others? Does community service really teach anyone anything?
Last night I dreamed I had to go to a little jewish village where my sister bought the most delicious bread, because I was the only one who could save them from the demons invading the town. The demons looked like normal people. I beat the crap out of this little old demon woman. Before that dream I was waiting tables again. I was doing okay till John the bartender got behind on one of my drink orders. He is so tempermental and I didn't want to leave without the drink. When I got back to my section all the tables were rearranged and they were all looking at me in need of various items. I haven't waited tables in six damn years.
