racist psc scholar?
so i read about this cheng zhan dude and his blog on ST today. ok, so those are pretty icky thoughts to be having. so it’s very unbecoming of a person who may assume a position of power in the civil service in the future.
hello? is no one at all disturbed that these opinions have been lifted off a password-protected (albeit poorly), supposedly private, blog? it’s not like he was broadcasting these thoughts as propaganda. he’s not even in power yet (if ever). opinions might change. even if not, personal opinions can be held in check easily by rational people. MM Lee can do it, why other people cannot?
now i’m worried someone will sneak into my blog 5 years from now and say WAHLAU EH! english teacher never use proper grammar or punctuation. REPORT HIM TO PRINCIPAL! make them SACK HIM! my blog’s not even password-protected! people can say i was trying to spread the use of singlish!!! jialat.
i guess it’s only normal. if you’re someone important (or something like that) your private life is judged, regardless of how well you function in your job. like that mp who had to resign because of nude photos. or bill clinton, those years ago.
i probably sympathise with this guy because i have some unenlightened thoughts myself (to be specific, i’m rather homophobic. those guys/girls just freak me out). so yeah maybe some of you are so enlightened that unlike me, this guy’s thoughts seem totally out of the world to you. but that’s the thing. they’re just thoughts. (stupidly) recorded, perhaps, but thoughts nonetheless. the day people are judged based on their thoughts rather than their actions, well… i think the convicts will grossly outnumber the free.
i suppose i’m more disturbed about it because i’m also the kind who opens up more on the net. reveal stuff i usually don’t, etc. so… yeah. this is freaky for me. haha. i highly doubt i’d ever be in a position where the critical horde of singapore starts to judge me (i’d be just another small fry in the civil service after all), but it’s freaky all the same. like… somehow, it’s not safe anymore.
on the telephone line i am anyone, i am anything i want to be. but god help you if you are simply… yourself.