In an Ideal World

there wouldn’t be criminals because people would learn that the way to happiness includes not doing anything illegal.
young men wouldn’t feel the need to blow themselves and others up to solve a real or perceived inequity (Al Qaeda, Hamas, etc.)
we wouldn’t need bombs and guards and police (except for directing traffic) and missles because people wouldn’t think that the way to win is to wipe out your opponent.
the struggle for wealth wouldn’t be such a concern because people who contributed would be sufficiently valued that they could survive well.
old people wouldn’t be sent to a nursing home where they are neglected and lonely – Andreina
I wouldn’t have to worry about money and would be able to devote my life to working on social issues that I care about – Andreina
it would be 80 degrees out. – John at Greenberry’s Coffee Shop
we would not rush but create all the time we need to get done what we need to do. – JMBlog
no one would need to take drugs for anything. Bodies would just work correctly every time and no one would feel a need to change their mental state. – Sylvia
there would be no tyrannies because enough people would be sane enough to correctly judge their leaders’ intentions. – Pam
there would be no insanity -- Pam
managers would plan correctly so that the technical writer had adequate time to write the manual. — Pam
people wouldn’t say things like “well, that’s life” and “shit happens” because it isn’t and it doesn’t. — Pam

The following group of "In an ideal world"... ideas were sent to me by an inmate named Lionel who is taking courses from Criminon.

Lionel will get out and finally use the educational skills he obtained rather than go back to crime.
there will be no problems between the races; everybody will live in peace together.
Lionel will be the person who brings together all the races of people.
Lionel will be the person who leads all the kids to stay away from crime, to do good in school, and to repect their parents and others.
Lionel will see his son accomplish all his dreams of being a pro basketball player.

The following entry sent to me by Jere (jmblog.com):

I want a body that does not breathe, need not stay afloat, doesn't need to eat, and doesn't abrade or burn or break quite so easily. That does not mind or protest one bit if I make it sit in front of a computer for 30 hours in a row, typing. That doesn't chew, doesn't ache, and doesn't crave nicotine. That has no urge to make copies of itself, nor to sleep, nor to do the hundred other annoying things that bodies do.
That runs on a single red pill every day and just wants to cooperate.
Then one night I woke from a dream of an achingly beautiful, life-sized doll, and realized I had had one and threw it away in a fit of temper, a tantrum that destroyed it, splatted it against a roadway - because it wasn't perfect.
Ah, well.
More proof there are degrees of perfection.

Dean Blehert adds some humor:

In an ideal world, my spoken voice would be the one I hear in my thoughts; the guy in the mirror would be the lanky, tough cowboy who's looking into the mirror; sperm would taste like chocolate; tonight I'd be saying, "Good to be here, Jay", Oprah would put my poetry on her recommended reading list; I wouldn't give a damn about any of the above.

And Valerie from Boulder succinctly states:

In my ideal world, there would be peace on Earth. I trust that all the other problems we have could be worked out if we had that secured.
And rain or snow once a week.


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