Like a sinner praying for salvation, I pray that the Ministry of Education will launch the "good deeds passports" project before the next full moon. Kids, parents and disciplinarians are dying to wave it around like a diploma of sanity, or an amulet against ghosts and anarchism. The Education Ministry is so educated that it has tapped into the zeitgeist: moral bookkeeping, and control of the happiness barometer (check out the military carnival at Sanam Luang), will guarantee the bright future of democratic Thailand.
The passport may be just an idea, but its timing is no coincidence. This is the year when the pendulum of morality swings hard one-way. All authorities are suspended, all clocks rewound and all judgement rests on cold steel guns. In order to prepare myself, I’ve jotted down entries in my passport of good deeds — my personal diary of scruples that I fondle and treasure like eternal bliss. It’s time you start writing too. Here goes:
July 20: I burned all my copies of Nineteen Eighty-Four.