This one comes courtesy of a man named John Rawls.
It’s your job, perhaps along with a few others, to write up a new constitution. Cool, huh?
Well, you better be careful, because as soon as you, every one else among you on the council, sign their name on the new bill laying down the laws of the land, you all die… everyone. Perhaps by wood chipper, I dunno… but you die immediately.
Now, this is the cool part. You are reborn, under the very constitution you just formed. You’re not just reborn, you are shuffled randomly within that society. You could be a man or a woman. Rich or poor. Fat or skinny. Smart or stupid. Ugly or pretty. Straight or gay. Healthy or sick. Godless or with faith. Of any race, nationality, culture or religion. You get the idea.
Now, how would you cover your ass in such a scenario, and/or how close (or far off) does the current U.S. Constitution fit?