The moment you attempt to put it into practice, everything turns rapidly to crap, especially in this time of perpetual data storming where isolation of any community becomes a virtual impossibility. Add to that the fact that human beings are not fungible units in any way, and the high improbability of such communities continuing beyond a few mere decades at best, becomes apparent.
For example: let us say a group of
perfectly like-minded people decided to purchase 1 million acres of ground and establish a community. Their desires are precisely as you state - no prostitution, drugs, homosexuality, and so on down some list. I would at first point out that the longer that list becomes, the more difficult it will be to find people to go in on the adventure. Likewise, the more fundamental the required element, e.g., no *****ness, the more difficult. Forget the fact that people are wont in the heat of excitement to deem themselves more flexible on certain points than they prove in practice. But for this example, they are PERFECTLY like-minded.
Fine. Utopiaville is established and the people there are perfectly happy. No ho' on the corner, no ***** to poison the minds and tempt the flesh. No drugs, violence, ... you get the picture. Just a perfect place with perfect people. But then something happens: John and Jane Meaner discover that pregnancy has happened. In time, more and more couples manage to breed and in ten years a new generation begins arising and those children, God bless them, are all turning out as perfect copies of their parents. But then one day, about 14 years in, one of the offspring decides that maybe he'd like to try a joint. Or maybe in his travels, he spied a sweet, jiggly, provocative, swivelly ho' on a corner, one tit out advertising her trade and he say to himself, "AAAAAAWWWWOOOOOOOOOO.... me's gwyine git me some'O'dat.... mmmm mmmm MMMMMMm..." Little Fauntleroy discovers the joys of committment-free screwing and he will NOT be persuaded otherwise.
Is his "community" (WTF does it even mean, "[my|your|his|our|their] community"???) within their rights to force him to abstain from dipping his wick at the town bordello? Are they within their rights to force him out?
No matter how perfectly homogeneous a population may be today, tomorrow it WILL be different. What do the people of Utopiaville do when one of their children grows into the most flaming, screaming queen on the planet, his feet never coming within 12" of the ground? Have they the right to boot him or force him not to be *****? Can they force him to "pray away the gay"?
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